MenoSunday; Life Lived Lovingly

There were the Blogville Pawlympics, the Rio Olympics and now - again in Rio - it is Paralympic fortnight. Needless to say the YAMster's day/night are getting all jumbled again!

It was one thing for the regular Os to overcome some of the issues at Rio, indeed for Rio to get over the issues at Rio, but there was quite a bit more behind the scenes going on again in the lead up to the Paras. Even if you didn't watch the opening ceremony, you are likely to have heard the news of the booing at just the mention of the government. It was but a minute out of the three hours - but it left its mark. For in that moment, the external world entered an arena which was otherwise welcoming and unified. It demonstrated the fragility of society; not just in Brazil, but as a whole. Many fine words may be put out there, but when it comes down to it, they are difficult to live by.

As the event progressed, there were some truly magical scenes created by light and physical movements, so exquisitely choreographed. I had enjoyed the Os opening in parts, but not all. The Paras beat the spots off it... the central theme being 'everyone has a heart'. The ultimate message of common humanity. When Marcia Malsar stumbled and rose again, it was easy to imagine not just those in the stadium, but everyone out here in viewerland rising with her; I certainly did. Not out of pity, but filled with Love at her courageous and noble heart, willing her every step in completion of her 'run', no concession made to shorten the distance for her. The rain was pouring and, quite frankly, an able-bodied runner could easily have slipped also. It wasn't the disability which caught at the unified 'heart', but the reminder of the fragility of the individual within society and that, despite all the assistance which may be around us (and gratefully so), success can only come from standing on our own two feet. In that instant, there was a global focus of Love, a single breath breathed, and nothing external mattered.

Yes the world has to be dealt with from day to day. Centering ourselves in Love, however, we can keep it appropriate and in its place and learn to walk its full length without fear or favour.


5 comments:

  1. Yam thank you for sharing this story so beautifully. We did not see it.
    Hugs Madi, Mom and Dad

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  2. As a person who in weight lost support group. I couldn't tell you how many time I fell off the so called wagon. But each time I fell and got back up. I stayed on the wagon a little longer.
    Coffee is on

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  3. Yes, defined most correctly.

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  4. So well said. I remind myself of your last statement regularly. We all fall, we all make mistakes - but what matters is how we respond.

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  5. I like Bear's comment! Just keep on getting up!

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