On a recent trip to New York, I went to Laughing Lotus Yoga. The only thing funny about it was my attempt at a handstand. I chose that studio because the idea of laughter is inviting. Combined with a spiritual practice, I find it irresistible. There is a popular misconception that to be spiritual is to be somber. Not so. Personally, I embrace irreverent reverence. I can’t fathom it any other way.
“Laughter is the real religion. Everything else is just metaphysics.” ~Osho
If humor wasn’t a basic ingredient of spirituality, I’d be in a different field. Indeed, Mahatma Gandhi took it to another level when he said, “If I had no sense of humor, I would long ago have committed suicide.” Good point. Though with all due respect, his comedic delivery could perhaps have used some work.
I don’t know about you, but I find that the Divine has a playful sense of humor. For example, in my advertising days, I once appealed to the Universe for a job at “Goodby,” and instead, an offer from “Godbe” fell in my lap. At the time, I recognized it as a cosmic joke. I thought, “Is God hearing impaired?” And now for the first time, a decade later, I can also appreciate the pun. Was this a nudge to get out of the ad game and into God? I don’t know, but that’s more or less what happened. I am the subject of such spiritual antics often and I thoroughly enjoy it. It gives me permission to be a prankster myself.
I will admit that “waking up” has changed my humor. I no longer make jokes at other people’s expense. Unless they are members of my extended family. I leave the really critical, demoralizing barbs to the likes of Chelsea Handler, a true pro. I admire her honesty. But unlike this runaway best-selling author of books like My Horizontal Life, I have to sleep with myself.
“Lead me not into temptation; I can find the way myself.” ~Rita Mae Brown.