I viewed my tweets, my e-mails, my requests for feedback. I heard my cover versions of Kanye West and Alanis, read the latest haiku by those who write them, and even listened to an opera by Lully.
But after all that input, what rivets the mind? An exchange with a hilarious friend (yes I’m referring to Judie Segal, the divine).
Humour! Oh, how humour oils the joints, fills the chakras and makes me remember why living is so cool.
Humour. When life’s absurdities ping with another’s pong in easy simple sentences.
Humour and it’s all okay, again
Water shortages and cancer-causing cellphones pale as the instant click of a humourous brain washes over me.
ah, sweet reminder of ‘take it easy’. Get perspective. One warm brilliant exchange of humour is worth a hundred hours of therapy.