The beat goes on…

Let the beat go on

It was a long and winding road. They wanted to travel by car but the road was too treacherous, considering the snow and ice. So they bundled up in as much warm clothing as they had and trudged off. They would not miss the event. They had only heard about it yesterday. 

He was a writer, a paperback writer, noted for exposés on current events. She was a college history professor. She always helped him with background information for his books, as did her colleagues. The acknowledgments in all his books always gave the acknowledgments “to my wife and with a little help from my friends.” 

As they walked further and further along the path he said, “Here comes the sun. That should help.” The sun’s heat melting away some of the ice made it easier for them to walk. 

As the path came close to the wide crevice, she turned to him and said, “I want to hold your hand. I’m scared”.

Clutching her hand tightly they edged their way towards their goal. And finally, they came to the clearing. He told her to act naturally. They didn’t want to stand out. After all gathering information about this group would only work, if they blended in. 

Finally, the leader raised his hand to the sun and called out, “Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da” which was the ancient rime used to call out for the Spirit of the great Beatle. And they all waited.

The sun bore down on the collective and then as if by magic there in front of them all appeared the Great spirits. Each person there saw something different, at least that was what was reported after they had all been interviewed. Some saw the spirit of John, others the spirit of George, and still, there were more. I leave it to you to guess who else they saw. 

And as the visions passed a wave of peace fell upon the land. A feeling of joy and contentment, in addition to one of song and hope. For this is why these people meet every year. To travel the treacherous path to sunshine and goodwill. To accomplish what we always strive for. For peace and health and kindness. So that when it is accomplished we can all shout out, “Let it Be.”

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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