Her message, by the way, was peace. She opened with a delightfully lilting Irish ballad. The kind of song that revisits the innocent joy of childhood playfulness, and brings on that gentle, small smile of intimate recognition. At the level of lyrics, the love we sang was of man and woman for each other. But at the level of impact, the love was for this land, for these mountains that shelter and dazzle, that protect us from the mainstream of social lunacy, that admit only the determined.
Time can stop or dance forever.
Love, call us home. I would also have laughed less. Denial is a powerful tool, but only for those in position. We even sang a drinking song. With the person beside me I swayed to the rhythm.