Don’t tell the dog I put a hairball in his kibble.
Of late I miss the kind of laughter that rips through me until it hurts. It’s a glorious kind of hurt… and healing. I am currently reading a book titled Laugh Your Way To Happiness: Use the Science of Laughter for Total Well-being, by Lesley Lyle.
In the book I found this story and wanted to share it with you:
Navajo first laugh ceremony
Navajo Indians traditionally celebrate a baby’s first laugh. A baby is not considered to have become fully human until its first laugh. This usually occurs around the age of three months and is believed to signify the last stage of moving from the spirit world to the world of humans.
The baby is thought to assume some of the personal characteristics of the person who makes it laugh, and therefore parents tend to be careful to keep the baby away from those with unfavorable dispositions. It is a great honor to be the person who facilitates the baby’s first laugh, and he or she is responsible for throwing a party to celebrate the event.
Isn’t that fabulous? Again, how much did you laugh today?
