I was struck by several things, first how wonderful it was to be gathered in a large hall with people who believe first, and foremost, in peace. We sang "This Land Is Your Land, and I know it was written as a protest song then, and the verses still work now, and I felt how much I want this country to be "good."
Arlo spoke of peace, and how each one of us can do our piece. It can be a small piece. He said if everything were good and wonderful, and everyone had enough to eat, why, you would have to do something big to have it noticed, to have it matter but, with the world the way it is now, and in such a mess, you can do something very small, and it makes a difference, so do the something small. Be your piece of peace.
He played a song, a Hawaiian song, a song with no words, just feeling. The message was clear. I felt how well that works for me right now, just music, and the falling away of words.
Arlo has Huntington's Disease. His father died of it, and he is beginning to feel the affects. We spoke afterwards of how one would choose what to do as to having children, if you knew you had such a debilitating disease, and that your children had a 50% chance of getting it too. His disease certainly puts my problems into perspective. I am grateful for my life. For those of you who were surprised to hear he is still alive, he is only 58, two years older than I.