Today a poem, a couple of pics and a medal.
In the new game against the Clippers, frustrated with everybody and everything, Luka Dončić scored 45 points but Mavs still lost by two, after which, at around 5 am, I went to bed, quite a bit sour. I dreamed that I was playing cards with Luka.
A few hours later when I woke up, I saw mom’s email: “We’ve got another medal!” And so we do, that is Žan Kranjec does. He won silver in Giant Slalom, after he was only 8th in the first leg.
Slovenia has now two neat sets of medals: 2 gold, 2 silver and 2 bronze. On the medal table it is still amazingly above Canada. They have 14 medals but only one gold. And tomorrow comes the final, team ski-jumping event. Jump around!
But now let’s get serious. It’s poetry time.
You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.
Denise Levertov
Cadence We fall as the water falls. Cada uno. Each one of us falls. The birth is a fall, falling out. And then we tumble and rumble and stumble and fall. Because there is no other way. We cannot fall up, unless we bubble. And we only bubble when we die. When we come to the shore.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #301: Cadence
This day in my blogging history
2016: ‘I’ is a verb dressed as a noun.
—Julian Baggini
<smile> And we fall in love. 😉
Like I love the idea of “bubbling up” to the final shore.
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Thank you, Patrick. I wish much of that first. And bubble we all shall too.
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<smile> One is inevitable; the other a blessing not to be taken for granted. ❤
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Levertov knew. And you elaborated beautifully.
Old Americans won a few for us aging types. Not every winner must be in the 20s.
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I must admit that I don’t know her at all. Hurrah for the old Americans. I saw a few of them at last night’s “superb owl” halftime too. 😀
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They’re everywhere.
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So, both your mom and you follow the games 🙂 That’s such a wonderful bond. Enjoyed your poem, Manja. Though simple in verse, its profound. ‘Each one of us falls. The birth is a fall’ How true.
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Thank you, Smitha. Oh, I’m pretty sure more or less everybody in Slovenia follows the games. Our country is so small and rarely gets a moment to shine. And I’m really glad that you like the poem. It just rolled out like this.
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Really! The beauty of sports is that it keeps people united and makes them put down their differences. It’s like cricket is in India.
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I love your photos of trees reflected in streams and puddles. So beautiful!
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Thank you, Carol Ann. 🙂
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I love your poem, its simple truths. And the reflection shots, lovely. The Lake Burano photo is just *kisses fingers*
Congratulations to Slovenia for slaying like they did! I only watched it all sporadically but I noticed they were doing well.
I shall revisit soon and try and catch up again…:-)
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Thank you, Sunra Nina! That kissing fingers gesture sounds very Italian the way you do it. 😀 In the end there was 7 medals for Slovenia. Wicked! Always welcome back. Wishing you peace.
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Ha ha! I guess it is. Italians have the best gestures, they always convey so much without saying a word. Thank you, wishing you peace too.
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I love that poem. You know what they say, it doesn’t matter how many times you fail, but your ability to get back on your feet again.
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Thank you, Bojana. 🙂 True that… As long as you can.
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