Happy Boxing Day, Canada!
I choose to stay away from the malls. One year, I went out early. It was quiet and calm. I wondered what all the fuss was about, with busy, crowded shopping malls the day after Christmas.
As I rounded the corner, I saw a mass of people moving toward me – the Blob! I was about to be completely consumed into a crowd of Boxing Day Shoppers – mad like the Hatter, looking for Boxing Day deals.
I immediately left the mall.
The Christmas season is a time of mixed blessings. We all have things to be thankful for, and a lot of us have things we desire to happen.
In a game of Taboo and Logo (I cannot remember the last part of it, but it’s essentially a game made from our mad-consumeristic-obsessively-possessive-trade-marked-to-the-hilt-marketed-brands), I got to do one of my favorite things. Laugh…
‘Twas great fun…I am most thankful for laughter and for fun.
Yet, I awake and there is still a longing.
Proverbs 18: 14 says, “The human spirit can endure in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?”
King Solomon said, “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength” (NLT), while the English Standard Version says, “A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones”.
I think a lot of us have a “broken spirit” or a “crushed spirit” for many reasons. Maybe someone told us we were ugly, or not good enough, to stop singing, that we were dumb, that we would never make it.
Sometimes, that person is a parent, which seems to make it even more crushing.
But, I think part of the cure, is laughter and fun. It is an unstoppable force.
In a related scripture, Proverbs 16:24 says, “Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.”
So, laughter and fun mixed with “gracious words” are “sweet to the soul and healing to the bones”.
I think for 2015 I am going to try and find one reason to laugh every day, and speak gracious words over myself. (After all, if I don’t do it, who will?)
I could certainly use some healing and I am sure it will not hurt me one bit to laugh, even at myself.
In last night’s game of that materialistic-consumeristic-overly-trade-marked-monstrosity-I was “strongly encouraged” to “do it”, meaning, “act out the word on the card”. I had to BE the think I was trying to get my team mates to say.
The word: Ziploc
The act: Ellie is a stick of celery being “Ziplocked” into the Ziploc bag.
Afterward, when I was asked why I was “Ziplocking” myself into the bag, I had no other excuse except, I’m a bit odd. I do not seem to think like everyone else.
I am beginning to wonder if it is true. Writers ARE a strange people, which led me to the Bard himself, Mr. Shakespeare.
I once heard a story that William pretended to be a bunch of radish. Yes, that’s right. He transformed himself into a bunch of radish in order to, uh, well, no one really knows actually, but it was genius. People are still talking about it.
I mean, my attempt to be one stick of celery, compared to Shakespeare’s bunch of radish is simply pitiful and sad. To help you get a better visual understanding of the Bard’s great feat, here are two images, with captions:
What my mocking friends did not know, was that I was simply drawing upon the acting technique pioneered by the legendary Michael Chekhov, who developed a psycho-physical approach to acting, focusing on mind, body, and a conscious awareness of the senses (8 Acting Techniques from Backstage.com).
Anyway, the good news is that one person actually got what I was trying to do. So, I say, “HA!” I am not the only unusual humanoid on the planet. It was comforting to me, while quite disturbing and unsettling for him. Again, I say, “HA!”
Meanwhile, if you see a guy running around the city, pretending to be riding a horse, lassooing an invisible cow, with a big grin on his face, do not panic, it is just my friend, the Jolly Rancher.
Happy trails to you in 2015.