Day #762 - Vinyl Memories

Held by Stories

A record arrived last week, pressed by a friend, from music he made ten or fifteen years ago. I’d forgotten all about it until I came home to find a copy left in the porch, and when I listened to it, I was carried right back to the times I heard it first.

Memory is triggered by sounds, smells, tastes, textures. We are, quite literally, carried back into our remembrance of experiences long gone. So I spent a happy half hour listening, thinking about where everyone had been then, and since.

We are creatures of story: we learn through them, share knowledge and wisdom, are sometimes trapped by them, and find comfort within them.

Use your sixty seconds today to consider a story that you have been part of for a long time.

Who owns it, who knows it, who tells it?

Some stories are shared, others deeply hidden. But our ‘selves’ are woven between them, and to change our ‘selves’ is to change the story. In our reflective practice in this space, we are in a dialogue with that story: not directing it, but not hopeless in front of it either. A dialogue. And evolution.