This weekend, laughter has been bubbling through my brain, spilling out in crackly mylar-sounding bits, dredging itself up from the base of my lungs. My son has been visiting, and I think I've had more belly laughs this weekend than I have in months, bless his furry little hide. And a friend just called me and gave me an opportunity to laugh out loud again, so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my mouth for fear of deafening him.I cherish the power of laughter and those that share it with me. I've always been known for my laugh, sometimes told I laugh too much, told people know where I am because they hear my laugh. How much more wonderful is that than being known for a sharp voice, a temper, a sad face, clicky shoes?
I've been on a longish, sad journey of late, and this laugh holiday has been so wonderful. I feel rested, renewed, ready for the world again, all through the healing power of a ha.
I recommend it highly.
(oh, and see Monsters and Aliens to get started)
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