Lessons in Laughter

"Laughter is the shortest distance between two people" -- Victor Borge

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In the Spirit of Thanksgiving

It’s time to start blogging again. It’s been far too long since i’ve ventured into the inherently pretentious artform that is exposing your inner thoughts and pontifications to a worldwide audience for their consumption. I miss it. I’ve never delved into blogging in the way I hope to in the coming days, weeks, and months, but I desperately hope that i will be able to.

Today, again, I was humbled to have the great fortune that I’ve had throughout my life. I am 23 and today I found myself in London, England, with two or my closest friends enjoying drinks and conversations with one of my closest college friends, while spenidng a week in a foreign country on what the British describe as our holiday and we describe as our escape.

Today, and the four previous days of our English getaway, have been reminders to each of us that we are leading the lives we had hoped, and often we find ourselves leading lives much better than we had hoped.

I am thankful today that, despite the fact that I come from a family plagued, like all families, with the brutal forces of madness and unpredictability, that I come from a great family that has supported me in their own way at every single endeavor i’ve had the opportunity to engage in. I’m thankful that despite my colorful past, both of my parents thought it important to show me pieces of the world I would not see if we didn’t leave our immediate surroundings on a reguar basis. I am thankful for great mentors and friends who, despite my lack of attention, phone calls, and emails, have each contributed more than they will ever know to my sanity and my strength. I am thankful for our strength.

Today, I am thankful to have already lived a life full of adventures, Today, I am happy……….xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

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Kansas Governor Mark Parkinson delivers a welcome speech at the 2010 Symphony in the Flint Hills!  He taps into what it means to be a Kansan at an event that I might have considered “un-Kansas-like” and makes me proud to be from such a lovely state as this!

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gritinthegap asked: Are you pissed that you didn't go to this? Well, assuming that you didn't. Maybe you can catch the second annual one. :)

http://kyleskitchen.tumblr.com/post/484590556/bacon-proof-there-is-a-god

fucking awesome

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Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.
Leo Tolstoy (via wordpainting) (via kateybasye)

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“ABC” - Jackson 5

I woke up this morning from some incredibly deep yonder, feeling warm.

Not warmed; Self heated.  And it was enough to make me grin and launch from bed.  Climb into neglected yoga clothes and head out into the frozen morning.

It’s been a long, insular, off-kilter week.  For a variety of reasons. Long work hours and a professional mistakes I had difficult time letting myself off the hook for. Stern daily reflections on balance and loyalty.

I found myself making more excuses for time alone. Work late, see friends quickly, beg off with laments of more work to do at home. But really, I just wanted to be.

I’m realizing that the more annoyed with other people I felt, the less present I was.  I’m feeling off with a few people and some of it is beyond my control. But a lot of it has a lot to do with how drifted and head-based I’ve been this week. How I’ve been wrangling to get a hold of expectations, to rebuild an adjusted foundation of them; As if they really have anything to do with life.

All of this is to say that I woke up feeling free, finally. Remember in Scooby Doo when they were forever freezing villains in blocks of ice, mid gesture (I think it was Scooby; I could be confusing my campy 80’s cartoons)? That’s what this week has been like. Frozen and waiting and working and thinking.

But I woke up this morning ready to move and breathe. To stop overthinking and to soften my face and my step and let go. But also to stop worrying that all my words, that I, can’t be small enough to fit you right now. It’s not my job to shrink down to that space.

So why don’t we get up, go grab huevos rancheros, sausage bread and homemade peaunt butter.  Find some grace for yourself and those you love and track down some kids to play with.  Maybe the best is yet to come.

Maybe it’s in the air.

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In the 21st century, one of the best anti-poverty programs is a world-class education. In this country, the success of our children cannot depend more on where they live than their potential.
President Barack Obama, 2010 State of the Union (via toughteacher)