You have been Christ to me,
anointed my head,
been daughters of consolation.
Clouds lifted with your prayers.
I felt you,
there in the room,
to be fearless,
relax into story.
Did you know I would laugh a lot?
The women stayed with me,
even though I had material for three talks.
A women's retreat seminar.
Didn't cover half of it.
Jesus showed up.
And I was glad.
This is how I started, just so you'll know how it went:
Lessons in Laughter, Longing and Letting Go
I had a car accident this week. Again. I’ve had four or more such accidents (not all in recent memory). All in horrific weather. All when I was distracted by too many demands. No one gets hurt in these accidents, mercifully. But I’m thinking about giving up my licence. It is just too much. This week’s incident plunged me into a little spiral of depression...that is a genetic legacy in my family. I’ve worked hard to fight against my genes. I take my medicine. I’ve been in therapy...all creditable therapists have been in therapy. But when something negative happens, the pull to sink down under adversity is strong. That is my genetic make-up.
Fortunately, I have an emotional and spiritual legacy from my family of origin. The legacy of laughter. My grandmother was a great laugher. And my father. And eventually, perhaps even as I talk to you tonight, I will see something funny in what happened this week.
And so on.