laughing yoga

I am about as against fake laughing as they come

& while I know that I have a laugh that reaches the heavens

& pierces the eardrums of all those within a 20 mile radius,

I have never been able to (perhaps it was an unconscious decision to refuse to)

laugh on command.

I woke up to a suggestion from one of my new roomies this morning

asking if I wanted to go to UAA (University of Alaska Anchorage)

this afternoon to try something new;

laughing yoga.

I didn't know what to expect, but I like yoga

& sometimes I like trying something new

so I said sure! why not?

Well, if I'd only known.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Your brain doesn't know the difference between fake & real laughter

(but my heart does)

it's so good for you!

shake hands & laugh as you meet someone

someone stepped in poo & you laugh at their expense

laugh silently to one another

ohmygoodness - other than blind dates,

could anything feel so forced??

so while I did get a hoot outta laughing [at] some of the kooky Alaskans there tonight

I left with my beliefs solidified,

leave the fake laughs for Fran Drescher

& I'll keep on, keepin on my own way.

organically, naturally.

speaking of organic -

tonight my roomie & I had

an introduction to raw, local foods,

shaking the crab-apple trees at UAA

as well as the branches of our neighbors' trees

that peek over the fence & into our reach

as they drop, heavily off of their stems

& onto our heads.

my tummy is full of the bitter taste of crab-apple frozen delights

& I just found some that splattered in my hair,

I only hope that this experiment doesn't come back to pinch my booty as well