Look, I know there are issues. There are always issues. And up until Friday, I wasn't that excited about the Olympics this time. Except about Simone Biles, because that woman is 4'8" of pure power.
But then, our son and I watched the Opening Ceremonies. And I felt it again.
Hope. Deep joy. A belief in the power of people to come together across differences to celebrate a common love of excellence.
I was so deeply moved by the beauty of what Brazil created to welcome everyone. The brave acknowledgement of its own history of slavery and oppression, and the contributions of people of all economic strata and ancestries to its culture. And then, they reminded us what's at stake in this time of volatile climate change. The beautiful tricycles with the seeds and trees for the Athletes' Forest....
And now, I get to cheer on athletes, mostly much younger than I, but some older, as they live their dreams.
i can't help it. I love it. I love it all.
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