When I was younger, I would play my parents vinyl Beatles albums and lie beneath the record player, speakers blaring into my ears.  I loved the soft sound of Paul’s soothing voice, the magical way George played the guitar, John’s whimsy and brilliance and Ringo’s … well, Ringo.  You could tell that Ringo didn’t take himself too seriously, and he was probably always smiling.

Today, which hasn’t been my best day, I found myself humming Beatles’ songs, and I found it comforting, amidst the confusion of my mind.  Since I don’t have anything truly constructive to share except I’m having a bad MS day, I thought I’d share my ‘rainy day’ mantra.

I’m sure I’m not the only one.

“When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom… Let It Be.”  

And I hope she does.