“Laughter is carbonated holiness.”
I remember meeting my dear friend Erin in college. Buying chai we couldn’t afford, discussing economic theory on women that made us rage, and sharing about love that we didn’t yet understand. I remember that sunny spring day, watching her throw her head back and cackle, long and loud. When her eyes met mine again they sparkled. It wasn’t until my mid-twenties when I realized that cackling was a viable way of learning to trust other women. There is something about the deep, throaty, release of air. There’s something between us after that. Something that tells me we are subverting the culture here.
When you cackle, I know that you know about letting loose. You understand the need to let out your deep parts. You know something about fucking with the boundaries of society. Cackle. Long and loud.
Mantra: May I let my cackle out today. May I find much to laugh about and see it as sacred.
Journal Q: With whom do you cackle? Who cackles around you? And about what? How does cackling feel in your body?
These Soulful Sunday blogs go out weekly on Sundays to be used as a place to step back from the hustle and bustle and explore what your soul might be saying to you. Some folks use these as journal prompts and let loose amidst pages. Some folks bring them to the kitchen table and jam over coffee. Do you, boo.