Laugh and Smell Roses
If you haven’t taken time to smell the roses or laugh lately, try to recall a time when there may have even been no words, when you and your friend saw something or remembered something at the same time, and just busted out laughing so hard you laughed yourself hoarse? 
How about a time before America’s Funnies Home Videos when you saw someone slip on the ice and go down kinda hard then he looked around to see if anyone was watching, and you tried so hard to not laugh at him, tears streamed down your face instead? Committed to your memory may be a time when you watched your baby roll over off her back to her belly the first time, or how proud you were when she took her first wobbly step. If recalling any of these simple memories can bring a smile to your face, you have “smelled a rose”.
I haven’t been on line reading posts, blogging or surfing. My daughter was off for Christmas break, so I figured it best I just step away from the computer while she was home, so I could spend my time with her. I do believe it’s the first time in a very long time I took time to “smell the roses”.
You ever laugh so hard, no sound comes out? The past couple weeks, we did. By the time the laughter sound came, tears were streaming. Time spent may not have been out and about Doing or Spending, but it was time spent. Definitely not time wasted. We both re learned how fun each other can be. Playing video and board games.
Baking cookies from scratch. Talking. Joking.
Puppies have a healing quality and joy effect all their own. Watching my daughter with the neighbor’s puppies, not only the amusement they bring, but witnessing and detailing in my mind the exchange of good, loving feelings of pure happiness between them brings me enjoyment too.
Smelling the roses. Ahhhh, they smell good.
Tags: laugh, roses, smell the roses, soul
February 22nd, 2009 at 5:16 am
Lovely post.
I have always found great comfort and healing when I have had a pet. Rex was my mongrel dog and we were together all my childhood.
My last pet was a hamster called ‘Polo’ - even if I was away for several weeks, he would remember me and run around his cage…pause at the door….then run around again (and again and again) It was a little game and a greeting, from such a small creature.
I used to whisper the secrets of my day, it’s ups and downs, to him. I would tell him of my Flowers and my Scorpions.
love
henry
June 1st, 2010 at 8:58 am
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