I was sitting in my seventh consecutive All District Band Fest tonight. My daughter is a Junior, so next year will be my last, a fact that easily can lead me to tears should I dwell on it.
Traditionally, the last two pieces played are an American medley and the Battle Hymn of the Republic. When 150 kids are playing this rousingly patriotic music, one can get a bit maudlin, and if one can get that way, I certainly will. In the midst of this tumultuous, puzzling, scary election year, a dream surfaced in my consciousness that I had had soon after both of my parents had died, leaving all of us left bruised and angry from horrible accusations of each other.
My siblings and I were all in a van, traveling on a curvy mountain road in the winter. The hurt feelings and anger were all palpable as we drove. The driver missed a curve and we plummeted down a beautiful, snowy mountain canyon, in freefall. I thought, ‘Please don’t let them be afraid! I love you (to my brother), I love you (to my sister), I love you (to my other sister). Thank you.’
The moment the words ‘Thank you’ formed in my thoughts, I felt the most sublime sense of peace I have ever felt. Even though we were inevitably falling to certain death, love and peace were all I felt. Tears of joy ran down my face.
All of us who have strong feelings about one candidate or another, all of us who feel like we are one way or another seeing the end of America, as we know it– we all love our country and want what’s best for it. We may differ greatly on what we believe is best, but we all, deep down, want the same thing.
We are all in the same van, careening toward inevitable, life-as-we-know-it ending circumstances. Whatever happens, we are witnessing the death knell of our country as we have grown up with it.
Something big is coming. We don’t know what it is, or how it will play out, but we have driven off the road. Please don’t be scared. I love you. Thank you. Peace.