What a great word.  Rising above the earth.  Feeling the toes wiggle in the air.  Untethered.  Flying.

There is something beyond as we breathe in the sweet air.  We are free.

In the last two days I’ve watched two soaring Olympic athletes.  Gifts received.

Watch Yaroslava Mahuchikh of Ukraine bend above:

The mouth, the fingers, the feet about to snap upwards.  Poetry.

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Here’s more bending, this time with the pole of Sweden’s Mondo Duplantis:

We climb to the heights alongside Mondo, waiting for the explosion of arms and feet.  What a blessing.

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Perhaps we’re all Olympians for each other