Stress Hack: Laugh Out Loud

Find Something That Makes You Laugh

Turns out, laughter really can be the best medicine (for certain things, anyway). A 2003 study and a 2008 study found that even anticipating a laugh can decrease stress hormones. While a lot of these studies are small (and isolating variables in an experiment like this can be tricky), a good belly laugh certainly won’t make your stress worse. So consider this science’s way of telling you it’s OK to watch that stupid cat video at work or take a quick break to catch up on some clips from the previous night’s late-night TV shows.


Today’s Reflection: A Path to Happiness

Give up being right. Instead radiate peace, harmony, love, and laughter from your heart. Deepak Chopra

What Happens ~ Hafiz

What happens when your soul
Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep.

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint.

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved
Will send you 
One of His wonderful, wild companions –

Like Hafiz.

Laugh a Little Bit ~ by Edmund Vance Cooke

Here’s a motto, just your fit—
  Laugh a little bit.
  When you think you’re trouble hit,
  Laugh a little bit.
  Look misfortune in the face.
  Brave the beldam’s rude grimace;
  Ten to one ’twill yield its place,
  If you have the wit and grit
  Just to laugh a little bit.

  Keep your face with sunshine lit,
  Laugh a little bit.
  All the shadows off will flit,
  If you have the grit and wit
  Just to laugh a little bit.

  Cherish this as sacred writ—
  Laugh a little bit.
  Keep it with you, sample it,
  Laugh a little bit.
  Little ills will sure betide you,
  Fortune may not sit beside you,
  Men may mock and fame deride you,
  But you’ll mind them not a whit
  If you laugh a little bit.

Edmund Vance Cooke.

Gifts ~ Poem by Sara Teasdale


Sara Teasdale

  I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.

  My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.