Someone Should Start Laughing​

I admit that I tend toward the serious.  I tend toward the gravity of “important things” and I have been reminded as of late that humor can be a blessing to move us toward flexibility and love.  

I worked with a couple this week who agreed to try something new instead of having that same old argument.  They decided to use a code word and then to make up a spontaneous song each before proceeding with their agendas.  They decided to take the opportunity to play with the edges of difficulty.

True that my journey right now sometimes feels like prying my hands open to let go and to receive.  And true that my instinct is to buckle down and really let go….to chant my litany again and again.  Tonight I want to remember the absurdity of this habit in me.  

Tonight I want to look at my earnest little self striving to let go well enough, and bust a gut instead. What abundance do I lose sight of when I’m busy working on letting go?  What brilliant lie do I tell myself when I claim it is possible to surrender well enough?  Tonight I can find the humor in my small vision.  I am surrounded by love.  I am love.  I am gifted with an absolutely absurd bounty of blessings.  Maybe all I need is to laugh and say thank you.  Maybe I need to let the Sun and the Ocean be the truth of me without having to do anything at all.  Maybe that is all the generosity I need.