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Fixing a hole?

I woke up this morning singing the Beatles song, “I’m Fixing a Hole.” Remember that one? “I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in, and stops my mind from wandering, where it will go…” And the best part, the phrase I enjoyed singing over and over:  “And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong; I’m right. Where I belong I’m right, where I belong…” Except I had it: “It really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong or right,” a distinction I want to preserve.

I’d forgotten the “where I belong” part till I looked up the lyrics online. Your mind first goes to friends and family (or mine did), but actually, the more I think about it, I – we all – belong everywhere! We’re part of the universe.

Lennon/McCartney didn’t have this take on it. They were only “right” where they “belonged,” and their door kept out “silly people” they thought were wrong or annoying.

I’d also take issue with the hole-fixing metaphor, reinforced in the next line: plugging the cracks in the door. We don’t want actual rain or cold air in the house, but, metaphorically speaking, we do want to be open to whatever inspirational breezes – or warning winds – might blow through.

I’m okay with “painting my room in a colorful way” – sounds like fun. But I don’t want to hide away in there, away from the world and others, except periodically.

Miss the politics in this post? Maybe you’re being too literal. For me, all these pieces are part of the same puzzle – spirituality and politics one and the same.

Have a good day belonging and knowing wrong and right don’t matter!