Is laughter something we can practice doing more of? Or, by its nature, does it need to be spontaneous and genuine to work its magic?
This question came to me as I was reading Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk at two in the morning. I figured a David Sedaris book might soothe the frustrated, near-angry mood I’d fallen into due to lack of sleep. As usual, it worked. My loud “ha-ha-ha” woke up Roy M. Quick, my cat, who attempted to head-butt my pillow-propped noggin, our sign that it’s time for the two of us to head downstairs to share a pineapple fruit bar.
I snuck (Roy M. Quick has a jealous streak) a look out the window at my Shepherds, Amy Beth and Benny Bean, and I thought of all the laughter my pets had brought me over so many years. And then I thought of the funny people in my life: folks like Susan Peterson, Jan Prochaska, Mike Hooper, Scott Miller, Adam Holwerda and so many more. Their laughter is so infectious, it binds people together. Research shows that my laughter is good for my heart and blood vessels, it strengthens my immune system, reduces my stress. Laughter shared with Sherry brings us happiness, increases our intimacy and makes us recognize that life is meant to be a bit silly and discombobulating.
I’d love to hear about the people and/or the events that made you laugh during the times you needed it most. Hurry, I’ve almost chortled my way through Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk, and I’m dangerously low on pineapple fruit bars.
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