My Grandma taught me to laugh, not a weak or giggly laugh, mind you. This laugh is loud, commanding, uninhibited, and full of zeal. I can still picture her sitting in her chair, like the matriarch she was, laughing and encouraging us to join her. She would tilt her head back, close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and start laughing. It was beautiful to watch.
I tried this laugh the other day, needing its magic. Standing in the kitchen, by myself, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and stopped. I felt stupid and even a little crazy. Wow. This was hard. I tried it again, and this time I laughed, loud. The dog's ears raised in confusion and wonderment, which brought more laughter. As I settled down, I was full of gratitude, happiness, and strength. Grateful for my Grandma. She was a strong woman and standing there in the kitchen laughing I discovered that I had strength too.
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I sometimes laugh like that. Seldom. Well, rarely. Actually, never. But I plan to start.
ReplyDeleteJenny - I remember momma doing that. You write so beautiful. I read all your entries - please don't stop. One of these days you will have to collect all your entries and make a book - I am so proud of you. love you, - mom
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