Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. -Victor Hugo
Sometimes, we forget to laugh.
Usually when i am locked in my head … thoughts thinking…. i can get very serious. very. I don’t even notice when the rigid lines in my jaw become set and my mind thoughts trickle down into my body. I become a walking frown.
Have you ever noticed in those moments that the whole body begins to take it on? That the thoughts you are thinking, actually start to create your reality? A reality your body whole heartedly believes, as evidenced by our tight shoulders, upset stomachs, head-aches. Our minds can be so convincing- monkey mind be damned!
Our universal gifts get us through in these times. The go-to for life’s ills: sex, laughter, flowers, children, friendship, exercise love, food…. there are so many things that make the rest worth it, but the best of all, I think is laughter.
Life’s instant elixir.
I remember going to see Dr. Zellda Keath when I was at the end of my rope. I truly was looking for any reason to hang myself (terrible to say, but true).
My own private mountain of bad choices had piled up in front of me, making it impossible to see into the distance. All I could see was more of the same… and in order to deal with any of it- I mostly slept my days away. I slept as often as I could to get away from my pain. I slept as often as I could because anywhere was better than here, and until I had the courage to off myself- sleep seemed a good choice.
I’ll never forget her eyes… as she looked right into me after I told her how I was feeling. My big story that justified every single reason I was, the way I was… and now my body getting sick to prove it!
She looked at me very seriously as she treated my body with acupuncture, and said, the wisest words I have ever heard.
“It sounds like, you forgot to laugh”
I remember feeling stunned for a moment… like, huh? How could I laugh when everything has fallen apart? My marriage, my business, my friendships, my …. everything.
and then, as she smiled at me with a twinkle in her eyes, i suddenly knew that she was not mocking me, or invalidating my suffering, She’d known suffering, I could see it plain as day as I looked back into her, and it was wise, and it was quiet, and it was gentle, and it was fierce.
By saying this to me, she was inviting me to come back from the world of loathing, and back into the world of acceptance and love. She was showing me, how I could surrender… instantly. She was going to leverage the best medicine she could find in this “dire” situation, to bridge the gulf, that stood between me, and my life.
All of this passed between us, somehow, in one endless instant. It’s not like I had time to think it through… it was just a knowing… an instinctual, survival, place in side me that began to bubble up from deep inside my body…
….a place that had not known light for so long, that it was weak, and pale, emaciated. It was protecting itself at first, from the brightness of this place, as it crawled to the surface….
Trying it out on it’s wobbling legs, I heard it again… a giggle,
…and then she giggled back,
and then I,
and then she, until it grew so strong that our laughter was bouncing from every surface in that room, and tears were streaming down my face as I lay there with needles coming out of every dejected point in my body, I laughed, and laughed, and laughed, all the while catching her own in my soul, and gulping it down to quench the thirst of my pain, and the ache in my heart that left me alone, barren in the middle of the desert prison I had built myself. I was out, and she had offered my oasis as laughter.
When i left her office that day, I embraced her with the most genuine sense of connection, love, and hope that I had felt, in a long long time.
She had offered me the light, through the most simple, and effective entry point. Precisely the medicine I needed, at that very time.
Don’t forget to laugh.
No matter what.