As we near the end of the first week of advent, I've been pondering the gifts of Christmas: hope, joy, love, peace... all gifts we long for in an imperfect world. A couple of blogs ago I wrote of beauty as an antidote for suffering, and it came to me that there is more than one antidote..
Yesterday our house was filled with joy. It was Grandpa and Grandma day, and my hubby was able to be home to share in the joy. Our littlest grandson, who is almost 19 months amused and entertained us, first with his guitar playing and singing (you had to be here), and then we brought out the Christmas tree...
He was soooo excited! Following his grandpa everywhere he "helped". We played peekaboo between the branches, and he had great fun with the wrapping for a while... trying to decorate the tree with it, wrapping his stuffie with it, draping himself with it... it kept him entertained for quite a while.
What a gift laughter is. It is truly an antidote to pain, to the heaviness of life. There have been many studies of laughter... and joy having therapeutic benefits to our health, and healing. Of course this isn't new... King Solomon wrote about it saying: "A happy heart is like a good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing." (Proverbs 17:22).
But it is a good reminder... to receive this gift of joy, to see it in the simple things... to seek it out and practice it in the everyday. We were talking together the other day at the Art Center where I hang out, about how often children laugh... and it is often, and how we lose this gift as adults. So today, I choose to rekindle joy, to practice laughter, to smile more often. A lovely gift, indeed, and priceless.
Two of my favourite men... my hubby and youngest grand-baby... who bring joy to my life.