We cannot be healthy if we live in a dichotomy of mind and spirit. After the audience settles back onto the metal folding chairs lined up on the thick grass, Harding tells a story of Martin Luther King. He leaned over the balcony and told the band to play the song real good at the gathering that night. Minutes later, King was shot to death while still standing on the balcony. People bob their heads, bop and tap in place.
Individuals pop up, like mushrooms nourished by a spring rain, to sway in place to the music.
A woman accompanies the tape in a high soprano. Rhythmic clapping evokes a revival mood that lifts to their feet the people waiting to welcome His Holiness the Dalai Lama. At the end of the song, the audience gives a standing ovation to the energy of the place. Harding is clearly pleased. His Holiness comes on stage to loud applause.