Friday, April 22, 2011

Olympia Laughter Yoga Club

Two young, energetic and vivacious people formed Olympia Laughter Yoga Club last year (along with two other laughter leaders). And it looks like it’s thriving!

Miss Kate came to my laughter club several years ago when she was a student at Evergreen College. Driving up from Olympia on a cold dark rainy Thursday evening (90 miles round trip), with three other students, they were an energetic and enthusiastic addition to my group that night. And I’ve always remembered them for driving the distance for laughter.

Now Kate’s a Certified Laughter Yoga Leader herself. Along with her friend Lightbear, another beautiful laugher and CLYL, they frequent my club from time to time, bringing all their great energy with them.

Check out their club if you live down near Olympia. It meets weekly on Sunday at 12:30 at the Unitarian Church in Olympia. They’re also on facebook: Olympia Laughter Yoga Club.

Photo: Miss Kate

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Il Professore

My Italian teacher is so funny. But not that funny. Just the right amount of funny.

I’m fulfilling a lifelong dream to learn Italian. As we crawl along in Italian I, our engaging, playful and often humorous Professore makes learning fun. Laughter in the classroom is a good thing and an effective way to teach.

If he proceeded as a perpetual stand-up comedian, it would be too distracting. It would pull us too far off the subject, like when someone goes on and on trying to be funny. It can get old really fast.

But with regular and intermittent shots of humor, he causes us regular and intermittent shots of laughter. It continually wakes up our brain and prevents us from getting too tense about this humbling process of learning to confidently speak a foreign language.

He stressed how important it is to pronounce double consonants with double strength. For example penne paste spoken with only one lazy n comes out sounding like pene, which means….well, I’ll let you guess. It’s definitely not on the menu.

When discussing how friendly Italians in Italy are, he mentioned Rome as a great city. I countered with the reputation Rome has for robbing tourists; to which he retorted “but they’re friendly when they do it”.

He showed us an adorable animated video of Italian stereotypes, which was hilarious because of course stereotypes have to hold a portion of the truth to be so funny. The traffic clip sent me over the edge.

We read Snoppy cartoons in Italian, one portraying Snoppy dog having nightmares of cats, cats, and more cats: “Un gatto, un gatto, un gatto, mi fa impazzire.” (“It’s making me crazy.”)

He teaches us slang to make it less boring. “Che una frittata!” “What a mess!” And other more colorful sayings unsuitable for a blog about laughter.

When I handed him a check, he exclaimed “fagoli!” which means beans, i.e. food on his table.

When Jill declared I was not riccio, he began a running humorous dialogue about riccio the hedgehog, of which there are many in his native Ukraine. I will forever remember that riccio does not = rich.

He makes this language fun and makes the culture come alive with his humor.

As a bottom line he conducts the class with a perpetual smile and a relaxed manner. That in itself relaxes all of us. We only learn better if we’re relaxed. Our brains wake up more every time we laugh. And a fun class motivates us to stick with it and learn.

As Dr. Seuss said, “I like nonsense – it wakes up the brain.”

Photo: Stock.xchng

Thursday, April 7, 2011

It's been 10 Years!

It’s been 10 years! Kevin Wilhelmson at Harborview Hospital and myself at Phinney Neighborhood Center and elsewhere. Along with a few others, we are the pioneers of Laughter Yoga in Seattle and Washington State. More than that we have achieved staying power in birthing and maintaining steady laughter clubs in the area. Bravo! I’m proud of us.

For me, laughter is as much as part of me as breathing. I couldn’t live without it. As I’ve always considered it my best trait, I knew this was my calling the moment I heard of it. Then because laughter yoga was instrumental in my own healing, I made it my life’s work.

In October of 2001, I created my first public laughter club, a timing that I consider relevant. When much of the world was in shock, I knew it was time to bring more laughter into our public consciousness and into the world.

Initially we met weekly in the Red Room at Phinney Neighborhood Center. Then I took time away to build a business leading laughter programs for “anyone who’ll pay me”. Many of them in retirement communities. Missing the spontaneity of a public club, I created one again at Roaring Mouse Studio, which eventually moved back to Phinney Neighborhood Center (now in the Blue Room). I’ve come full circle.

At Phinney Laughter Club I never know who’s coming; or how many, what ages, genders or degree of rustiness in their laughter muscles. It’s a spontaneous surprise every meeting and I love it that way.

Long live Laughter Yoga!!!

Photo: Kevin in his hat doing his thing!

Friday, April 1, 2011

Smile

I had the pleasure of seeing Cuban Jazz great Arturo Sandoval recently. A real joyful spirit. I love watching jazz musicians perform because they always have such a good time doing what they do. Arturo’s expertise is on the trumpet.

Included in his repertoire that evening, he sang the old Charlie Chaplin song “Smile” (music by Chaplin, words added later, and initially and famously covered by Nat King Cole).

Smile

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it’s breaking.

When there are clouds in the sky

You’ll get by.

If you smile through your pain and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You’ll see the sun come shining through

For you.

Light up your face with gladness,

Hide every trace of sadness.

Although a tear may be ever so near

That’s the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what’s the use of crying.

You’ll find that life is still worthwhile –

If you just smile.

Photo: Wikimedia: Charlie Chaplin

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Groucho

I almost never post jokes on my laughter blog - but why not? Here’s Groucho at his best:

“Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.”

Photo: Wikimedia

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Earth Laughs in Flowers

I bought myself flowers at the farmer’s market today. As I soak up the beauty they exude, I think of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote: “The Earth Laughs in Flowers.”

Whenever I’ve tried to put the beauty of a flower into words, my words fall so far short, I leave it alone and don’t even try. Today feels that way. This bouquet of stunning oranges, golds and reds is a visual essence I could never relay to you. But as I think of Emerson’s quote – I think of how beautiful we are when we laugh. Is a roomful of people laughing really like a bouquet of flowers in full bloom? One of my laughter club members told a reporter as much once. She said, “Everyone here looks so beautiful laughing.” It is the most precious comment I’ve heard about my laughter club.

Laughing brings up the joyful essence of who we are. Laughing people are like flowers in bloom. And like those flowers I can’t really convey it in words. You’ve got to experience it for yourself. May you enjoy a laughing day today.

Photo: Stock.xchnge

Monday, March 14, 2011

The Paralegal Ghetto

I once worked for a major law firm. Just having arrived in a new city, I was grateful to land this job, basic as it was. I did the grunt work for the paralegals with one other “grunt-worker” in an area we dubbed “The Paralegal Ghetto”.

To survive the boring mindless labor of poring over endless documents, I laughed. In fact I laughed and laughed and laughed.

My laughing cellmate was another intelligent woman caught in one of life’s interludes that lands you in an intelligently ludicrous situation; i.e. she was massively bored also. Often all it took was one look at each other, to set us off.

Myself I could get into a dangerous roll and not be able to stop. I tried headphones (ions before ipods) but it seems I would be humming under my breath, which would send us again into endless streams of laughter.

I now know the value of laughter at work. Back then I had those judgmental thoughts running through my head: “I’m going to get into trouble for laughing.” “I’m not supposed to laugh at work.” “It’s unproductive.” Now I lecture that just the opposite is true. For I did get my work done and there wasn’t any other way I could have survived it.

More than that, we played an important role in this somewhat stuffy law firm. There were those who knew that they could come to the paralegal ghetto and get some good laughs. After a substantial “laughter break”, they returned to work refreshed, energized, minds more alert.

Like recess for kids, it was a much-needed break from the intense seriousness of prolonged concentration.

Our paralegal ghetto was never officially recognized for the role we played in providing comic relief, yet I knew this was ultimately why I was there.

Photo: Stock.xchnge