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Get off the hamster wheel with Laughter Yoga

Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho!

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Cut straight to Laughter Yoga Benefits and Origins.

Howdy! I’m Heidi Esther, Certified Laughter Yoga Leader, Emotional Intelligence Consultant and Trainer. I integrate Laughter Yoga in many of my Emotional Intelligence Trainings, and can do a stand alone session. Book a consult call if you’d like to bring Laughter Yoga Benefits or Emotional Intelligence to your organization!

My origin story of Laughter Yoga

I woke up to a familiar, drowsy heaviness in my body. I wanted to roll over. Though it was Saturday, in the middle of June. With the kids at their dad’s and my house clean, it should have felt like Christmas.

But I was depressed.

My mind wanted to get of the hamster wheel of homework for a Career Accelerator I enlisted in after I was let go. I was supposed to write two paragraphs on my strengths and qualities. On my homework sheet, I wrote one word: helper. My other quality, perfect toenails, I knew probably wouldn’t get me a new advancement job.

So, I decided to move my body…

At the Park

I looked up as I lay there. Robin’s-egg blue filled the gaps between feathery evergreen branches. The branches rocked back and forth like a rowboat knocking the pier on a languid day. Sunlight filtered down to me as through a fine muslin curtain. The best day for yoga. I took a long, full-body stretch. My knees, neck, back, and, what was that? my elbow cracked in delight.

Free summer yoga at the park. Every week is a new instructor, which keeps my muscles guessing. And it’s better than sitting around and beating myself up about getting fired. Just me, my mat, and the trees. And about sixty other people. No matter, I inhaled the evergreen scent, and that’s when everything changed.

“Hello friends! Let’s start. My name is Emma, I can’t wait to practice with you today!” Her voice was like popcorn.

I sat straight up and my gaze fixed on a young sprite of a woman.  Twinkling eyes, Annie-hair, and a wide Julia-Roberts smile. This woman has ringmaster or stand-up-comedian energy, not yoga-instructor energy. Oh no, I thought, did I get the time wrong?

Emma bubbled, “Today, we’re doing a special kind of yoga, Laughter Yoga. I promise it will get you a cardio workout in a fraction of the time compared to a standard yoga practice. Plus, it’s super fun!”

Emma’s sweeping gestures could keep the attention of any overtired toddler.

“And, yes, it’s not traditional yoga, other than the laying down part at the end. So, if you only want to do regular yoga, you’ll have to come back next week. Everyone else, stand up, and let’s form a circle,” she continued.

About half of the people scowled, picked up their mats, and left. Should I stay or go home to work on my qualities? I paused. I locked concerned eyes with some neighbors. It’s laughter. How hard could it be?

I joined the circle.

“Okay, friends! We’re going to do some exercises to get you laughing. If you don’t think it’s funny, just fake it. Your body will still enjoy the many benefits of laughter. First, we’re going to make some giggle soup.” I scan the circle. This could be embarrassing. At least I don’t know anyone…

“Now, everyone get out your knives, and let’s chop some vegetables…”

We all start air-chopping vegetables. Hmmm, is this what preschool feels like?

“…then let’s pour in some water and shake in some salt and pepper. Now comes the best part: the giggle juice!”

Emma air-mimes the pouring, the shaking, and putting in a couple drops of a secret bottle from her pocket. She is good at this. 

“Now, we’re going to stir it, taste it, and….” Emma rolled her fake spoon around like a witch with her brew and made a slurping noise. Giggles came out of her like overflowing milk bubbles. I could not contain myself.

“Hahahaha!!!” erupted my first laugh.

Laughter caught on like wildfire. In less than a blink, we were fake throwing each other giggle soup and adding in belly-laugh peppers. After what seemed like a long time to my stomach muscles, Emma started clapping and shouting a cheer. “Very good. Very good. Yea!” We all chimed in soon after.

“What a great start! Let’s take a break and do some calming breaths before we continue.”  She wasn’t kidding about the workout part.

Next, we became pretend roller coasters, Santa Claus, penguins walking, and exchanged laughter greetings. With, of course, cheers and breathing breaks.

Twenty minutes later, I lay on the ground like a happy hamster, looking up at the sky through the feathery branches. Five minutes later, we were all done laughing. Who would have thought it would be so hard to stop laughing?

I drove home in a cloud of happy. I was able to get off the hamster wheel!

The next day, my body recovered, but I still felt lighter.

I felt like I was riding around in Wonder Woman’s invisible plane. It shielded me and brought me the gift of flight. A light, airy, shield. Like, no matter what happened, no matter how I felt today, no matter when I found a job, I was gonna be okay.

One week later, I was still off my depressive hamster wheel and riding around in Wonder Woman’s plane.

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One Year later, I was a Certified Laughter Yoga Leader!

POEM: The Best Medicine

How many 
yokes
do you wear,
dear Soul?

How many
burdens
do you shade,
dear Light?

For many
loves
you are here,
dear Heart.

For many
lives
you will free,
your Own.

If you take
your own
Medicine,
your laugh.
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Who stole my Perfect Family Vacation?

We stood there on the beach. A mingling of warm, jungle air and cooler, ocean air, entwining us. Other than the waves, the distant laughter of children running into the surf, the only other sound.

wow. is this vacation real? it sounds so lovely…

Today’s Lesson from the Bullies

I shake my head. Over the next ten minutes, I fill the void of the house with swear words of technological frustration and install the software to see the files. I take a sip from my second cup of coffee, and click on the resume doc, hoping it will load.

Unlikely Discrimination Series 2 of 2. Read the first story here!

The Next Lesson from the Bullies

The next weekend, I’m sitting at my crowded dining room table. Two stacks of papers, books, and an unopened laptop in front of me, connected to an external drive. Dark-wooded windows, heavy-lidded from the rainy early-Spring weekend afternoon. A tall dark buffet, inches behind my seat, taking up more air. A yellow-checkered Goodwill lamp across the room does nothing to combat the gloom.

I open up the laptop and take a deep breath. I have to leave my job. My hands clench in frustration. I can’t handle my boss anymore, ignoring me and not talking to me. I notice a clenched jaw to go along with the fists, and stretch them both out wide, ready to stretch open to a new job.

You ever have a job search to escape your current environment? i hear ya!

Discrimination from the most unlikely place (1 of 2)

There is as much love and connectedness at the country club as around my Goodwill-furniture living room.

(Unlikely Discrimination Series 1 of 2. Second story coming July 7) Click Here to Listen to this episode!

“Good morning, Deb. Good morning, Karen. Mornin’ Becky,” my boss says as he racewalks to his office. Various polite versions of Good Morning are said in exchange. He glances at me without saying a word, clutching his coffee. He stops next to my desk, turns his gaze, and peeks into the next office.

not even a hello for Heidi Esther? What is she gonna do? read on, compassionate soul!

Help! I’m Lost in the Closet

Or are they all members of a secret Birkenstock club?

Out of the Closet

“Mommy, can I watch a show with Barbie?” my little hazel-eyed preschooler asked. Like a mom-ninja, I wipe the last of tears from my eyes. But before I could answer, his eyes grew big, pointing at a large pile of clothes on my bed.

“Mommy, what happened to your clothes?”

what happened? read on, beautiful soul!

Chicken Sweaters and Your Personality

Chicken sweaters. Star Wars. Workplace Confrontations, and Your Best You. A soulful Love and Light Warrior you need in your life. Check her out!

Can you guess? Well, they both could be cuddly. Or Colorful. Or a little hole-y. But here’s an answer you may not have guessed: Heather Kokx! This woman crochets chicken sweaters to keep hens safe AND guides you towards your best Y-O-U. As an enneagram coach! Boom, baby.

read more about heather and how she deals with bullies!

Ready to float downstream in the Rolling Meadows?

ZRRRRRAAAAACCCH. Again, the noise. ZEEEEERRRACH. Again, louder. The noise sounds like it could be harmful.

I’m laying on a patchwork quilt beside a happy little stream where a family of ducks paddles by. Around me are the rolling meadows. Here, the soft grasses are tall, with sweet, little flowers. The early summer sun is gentle and low, yawning and stretching her arms, blanketing a part of the sky in a mellow orange. Which caresses and intertwines fingers with the light blue of the day, like lovers parting.

This place sounds too good to be true… do you think so, too? Read on!

Agreement 4: Always Do Your Best

You made it to the last of the MomSanity Four Agreements Series! Wahooo! Here’s a link to more The Four Agreements info. Given to us by the wise Don Miguel Ruiz, the Fourth Agreement is: Always Do Your Best.

Agreement 1 / Agreement 2 / Agreement 3 / Agreement 4

Cold Shoulders

I sat at my desk, looking through my miniblinds to the parking lot. My hands retreated from my keyboard like wilted flowers as I watched two of my coworkers fast-walk to a car, out of view.

The two people I trust the most at my job went to lunch without me. And, even worse, they tried to hide it from me. I felt an old ego-driven defense spike up from my inside. I didn’t do anything wrong. They are the ones with issues.

AIEEE! doing her best might be challenging for heidi esther! read on!

Agreement 3: Don’t make assumptions

“Why would they not even tell me this when it happened – two years ago?”

We’re knee-deep in the MomSanity Four Agreements Series! This month-long series shows how I try to adopt the Four Agreements. What are The Four Agreements? They are four simple, profound ways you can choose to walk in life that will transform it. Given to us by the wise Don Miguel Ruiz, the third agreement is: Don’t make assumptions

Agreement 1 / Agreement 2 / Agreement 3 / Agreement 4

Nothing like a 20th High School Reunion

I stood there, waiting to clean up,  in my long dress and tired feet. Stacey, my fiancee, squeezed my hand. Mmm mmm mmm mmm by the Crash Test Dummies played in the background. A calming base to the noise of my high school classmates leaving the bar. Six months of planning, and all I got were a night-full of cold shoulders and looks at me and Stacey. Damned anti-gay conservative suburban classmates. 

I sniffed up tears as I paid the bill. I did some quick math in my head, and the first smile of the night crept across my face. “Hey!” I exclaimed to the few who stayed after to clean up. “We raised almost fifteen hundred dollars towards our class gift!”

Now, you might have a question here. Don’t high school classes give gifts to their school at graduation? Yes, but…

oh no! What happened with heidi esther’s class gift? Read on, brave warrior!
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