My winter escape this year was to a warm, nostalgic place — a limitless, undying love for the Beatles. It started with Get Back, the new, eight-hour documentary on the making of the Let It Be album in 1969. I’ve watched it three times.

Get Back blew my mind. Phenomenally accomplished, the Beatles were so young in 1969. It was mesmerizing to watch them laugh and argue, jam, rehearse and create music. At one point John and Paul danced together. This was not a look at their demise as a band so much as a study of young adult growing pains.

I’ve finally come to terms with their break-up. As one Get Back reviewer put it, they disbanded when it stopped being fun, something most bands don’t have the courage to do. And this after they opened the door for all rest. They cracked the code on rock and roll. The hair, the wit, the style. Their own songs, the harmonies, the band-ness of having no lead singer. They innovated in every musical direction. Together they were genius.

As a child I was a huge fan. In college a friend and I had a Beatles radio show. In December 1980, the two of us sat silently for hours on a dormitory bed, absorbing the news of John Lennon’s death.

I lost touch with the Beatles over time. After watching Get Back I scrambled to find and devour the Beatles Anthology my husband gave me years ago. More documentaries and books followed. How the Beatles Changed the World is a fascinating documentary.

I no longer have a favorite Beatle. They were such a force because of their individual talents, personalities and quirks. I see pieces of myself in all of them. Not always pieces I like, but ones I can relate to, and now I feel a bond with each of them. Like me, Paul is a perfectionist and John had a wounded soul. A small, shy girl, I was often underrated, as was George by his older bandmates. Like Ringo I was the family peace-keeper. Thanks to them I learned how to be me in time.

I don’t have a favorite song either. They are with me here, there and everywhere. As a climate change planner I try to take a sad song and make it better. On world affairs I pray that with every mistake we must surely be learning. Every now and then I feel so insecure. Cancer taught me that the word is love (and chemo).

These days I wake up with a Beatles song in my head. I love it best when I wake up to one, two, three, four — Pow! “She was just seventeen, if you know what I mean . . . “

I learned during my winter escape, right here at home, that the Island is my strawberry field, my Penny Lane and my Octopus’s Garden.

Liz Durkee lives in Oak Bluffs.