Laugh till it hurts

Good morning! And another beautiful day it is. I'm trying to focus on that sort of thing these days, not always successfully. It is a dark and deeply unsettling time, as you well know. How to live through it? I got to thinking about the words I put at the end of every post. I don't know where they came from. Well, I do, but you might not believe that. This morning I decided to talk about one of them--laughter.

I just read William Kristol's column in the NYTimes (see, I don't just read liberal stuff) and he suggests John McCain ditch his present campaign and return to his nature, a serious but cheerful guy. There is great power in humor, of course. Look how the late night TV hosts use it to help form public opinion.

Thus when I sense anxiety washing over me, I'm going to find something to laugh about--something decent, not cruel. Physically it will strengthen my body; mentally it will clear my head; and spiritually it will help refill my soul with faith, hope and love. It's not a cop out. It's an act of defiance and trust.

Now all I need it to find something to laugh about!

So--breathe, listen, look, laugh and love!