"When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be."
The Beatles, Let it Be
For two days now this song has been playing in my head. Two days to fully ingest the lyrics, regurgitate them, and reingest them once again.
I am finding myself completely full of them. With every bite I take, my own problems seem to swirl in my head. The dizziness is driving me mad.
How come when I find myself in times of trouble, the only people I hear are the people that I am having the trouble with? Never questioning or challenging the problem, just smoothing it over and covering it up, only to surface later.
Oh, if I would only listen to my own mother Mary. The one person who has the answers and yet I can't find myself to fully hear them.
It's time to start listening to her as much as I have been listening to the Beatles.
1 week ago