Monthly Archives: February 2015

I like to laugh…actually I love to laugh…and sometimes when life feels too raw…I laugh…a lot.

or try to be funny.

sometimes it might not be taken well.

I don’t mean anything by it.  In fact I mean just the opposite.  I want others to feel better, especially when they are hurting, scared, or depressed.  So I use laughter as my preferred choice of medicine.

I use what happens to me; trying to make a funny story out of it.

This past week I had several opportunities to practice this….like on Tuesday when I smashed my big toe and the two next to it………it hurt like hell, turning several shades of blue, green and purple.  And walking, which was more like hobbling with the added bonus of trying to fit a shoe on a size that no longer fit bringing its own set of challenges…..but I wanted to make it funny…so once the tears passed, I wrote about it….and laughed….well that is until my husband, dog, and the vacuum cleaner ran into it again and…. again sending fresh new tears and pain rushing through me.  No problem….more story line.

Or how about the next day, while I was blowing out the candle on one end of the tray and my hair caught fire by the candle on the other end….It was instant flames……but as quick as it started, it ended…leaving a yucky burnt singed smell, unintended haircut…and something to laugh about….

Sometimes…the news is really scary and there might not be much to laugh about….and yet laugh we must because when we do; it slays the ‘dragons’ built by our fears and gives us a chance to see things differently and more clearly.

So that’s why I laugh….even when it might not seem appropriate or the right time, like when Frank fell off of the bed and hurt an unmentionable place…which happened several years ago and yet thinking about it…I still laugh.  Oops…my bad.

Laughter helps to lessen the hurt and ease the pain of life gone raw…opening the doors to healing and possibility…

My mom with her grandsons….at my father’s memorial dinner