Mirth!

Joy, mirth, glee — they can be found in the everyday occurrences, especially if, like me, you’re connected to your inner 5-year-old.

I joined in on an internet meditation group today. It was lovely — readings and prayers to start, then cameras off for 20 minutes of quiet contemplation. As I relaxed with my eyes closed, my morning coffee made it self known with a loud burp. Quickly checking, I realized my mic was still open. “Sorry!” I said, clicking it off as quickly as I could. Then the laughter started — a giggle, a laugh, a snort which led to louder laughter, and a reminder to pull it together and meditate, for God’s sake.

Laughter stifled becomes uncontrollable bursts of glee. It’s a good thing, too, because as I get older, my body finds new ways to make noises others may wish I’d kept private. I try to contain my - um - inner joy, but it wants release! It wants to be heard!

My mother used to belch with abandon, causing me to redden in shame for her. Or for me; I didn’t know which. I was able to control my gaseous emissions, even perfecting the ability to burp the entire alphabet. I had talent, and I shared it to the great joy of all. I once won a belching contest in a loud bar by being heard over a drum solo. It was a proud moment for me. Really, I deserve a trophy.

So these days, I pretend to be a lady, and when self-control has stepped out for a bit, I can calmly ask to be excused.

But know that inside, that 5-year-old is giggling with great glee!