Motivated By Spirit

The song from my childhood grabbed hold of my memory and would not let go. It ran over and over like the scratch in an old vinyl record would; that repeating sound that would impel you to move the needle. I’d be in the kitchen hand full of soap, listening to the record player in the living room, when it would hit a scratch and repeat the same notes over and over for what seemed like an eternity before I’d dry my hands and get to it to nudge it over a notch past the repeating notes. That’s how the song was, repeating and repeating, so I knew it wanted to say something more than the words were saying on the surface. I used to believe the story being retold by those lyrics. I no longer hold as true the teaching and yearning which informed the repeating song. Yet here I was singing it and swaying to its rhythms as I moved about the house. That song, a derelict from the past I’d thought I’d release so very long ago, was running and running through my mind. I know how to change thoughts