Twenty- five Seven

Personally speaking

All I need is a miracle

It is strange how this line keeps playing on in my head especially when I am down in the dumps. These last two years have been particularly harrowing for me and everytime I was absolutely down and miserably close to curling up and closing my eyes and waiting for things to pass, this line would start ticking in my head and believe me – it worked!

I actually began to believe that this line was my direct access to success – a honest to goodness “ask and you shall receive moment”. But naturally if wishes were horses, beggars would ride and all of us would be singing this song immortalised by Mike + the Mechanics. Having grown up in the days when we had vinyl records spinning at 45 RPM, and 75 RPM on a turntable which was only operated by my father ( even my mother was considered too dumb to be able to gently put the stylus on the record), then tapes which invariably got tangled in a mess, I always preferred to listen to songs on the radio. I’m afraid this has turned into a habit and my music tastes have been nurtured largely by the radio jockeys ( I don’t think they were called jocks in those days) . I also love listening to the radio while driving and since these days I’m mostly driven around, I hardly get to hear any music…………..which is why my records stop playing somewhere in the late 1990’s when I stopped running the kids to school……..Of course on the rare days that I do drive, it is hard to find a music station playing “English” music as Occidental pop music is referred to on our air waves – so my music update is infrequent to say the least.

But it is the hand of God that drives things forward and music from my subconscious brings forth a feeling of comfort and warmth – reminding me of my days of yore when life was simply uncomplicated and straightforward. Which is why I find myself really needing a miracle these days.

At the end of this year, I find myself in a tangle of deceit and betrayal, a breakdown of family ties and wallowing in a deep sense of  isolation and sorrow. Normally optimistic and cheery, I seem to have become one “sad Sally” perpetually wondering what will happen next. I think for quite a while I had forgotten this song and perhaps now that it has surfaced, the Universe will work its wonders and my life will be back on track!

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