Play with These Ideas
1. Change your attitude towards work, and life and if you can't change your attitude, change your job and or life.
2. Put more "Plerk" (perks of fun and laughter at work) into your work.
3. Spend at least one day a year without any plan, watch, or cell phone, and just play all day.
4. Be in the present moment as much as possible. We only have this moment and no other.
5. Play with your children, or grandchildren, they can teach you how to play.
6. Look for play and it will find you.
7. Practice playing. The more you play the better you get at it and the more you do it.
Jana Ruth
Author of Laugh and Live Happier: P.L.A.Y.S for Life
www.janaruth.biz
www.laughingworld.blogspot.com
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Just Smile
But Jana, because that's my name. I have no reason to smile. The wonderful thing about your body is that it is stupid and it doesn't know the difference between a real and fake smile. When you smile Kimberly Read in an article called, "What's in a Smile," points out the following:
"In psychology, there is a theory entitled the "facial feedback hypothesis." This hypothesis states, "Involuntary facial movements provide sufficient peripheral information to drive emotional experience. " In other words, you may actually be able to improve your mood by simply smiling.
I challenge you to walk around all day smiling and I promise that you will actually start feeling better. Your body will notice the smile on your face, and automatically you will feel better. If anyone asks you why are you smiling just reply, "I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on around here."
Join me in a smile revolution and image what a better and happier world there would be.
Jana Ruth http://www.janaruth.biz/
http://www.laughingworld.blogspot/
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Ways of Bringing Laughter into the Workplace
- Have a "Thanks in Advance" party for an employee on the day he/she joins the organization.
- Celebrate employees birthdays.
- Put together a "stress support kit" that can be handed out (or requested) by an employee under pressure or stress. Contents could include comedy CD's or DVD's, books, candy, chewing gum, a small dartboard, worry beads, etc.
- Put up a "humor board" in the office where people can pin up cartoons, jokes, etc.
- Have a weekly or monthly humor contest where people for $1 or $2, can submit a joke or cartoon, and everyone in contest votes on them and the winner gets the money.
- From the humor contest keep a "Humor Book" where all the jokes and cartoons can be kept.
- Have an actual "Stress Relief Station," which can be a room or corner at work where the employee can to listen to comedy CD's, or read funny books, paint, draw, play with clay, or just come to laugh.
- Encourage each other to establish or take a "Call in Well day," where people can take time to seriously enjoy themselves.
Jana Ruth author of http://www.janaruth.biz/
http://laughingworld.blogspot.com
Author of "Laugh and Live Happier: P.L.A.Y.S. for Life
Thursday, June 07, 2007
What Makes Me Laugh?
People make me laugh.
I make myself laugh.
Children make me laugh.
Dogs make me laugh.
Laughter makes me laugh.
Stupid thinking makes me laugh.
No thinking makes me laugh
People who think they are always right make me laugh.
President Bush makes me laugh and than cry.
Crying makes me laugh.
Taking myself too seriously makes me laugh.
Playing makes me laugh.
Being silly makes me laugh.
I love to laugh.
What about you? What makes you laugh?
Jana Ruth
Author of Laugh and Live Happier: P.L.A.Y.S. for Life
www.janaruth.biz
Sunday, May 27, 2007
This story is so wonderful that I want to share.
A Love Story
"When the power of loveovercomes the love of power,the world will know peace."—Jimi Hendrix
There's an old story about a group of monks living with their master in a Tibetan monastery. Their lives were disciplined and dedicated, and the atmosphere in which they lived harmonious and peaceful. People from villages far and wide flocked to the monastery to bask in the warmth of such a loving spiritual environment.
Then one day the master departed his earthly form. At first the monks continued on as they had in the past, but after a time, the discipline and devotion that had been hallmarks of their daily routine slackened. The number of villagers coming through the doors each day began to drop, and little by little, the monastery fell into a state of disrepair.
Soon the monks were bickering among themselves, some pointing fingers of blame, others filled with guilt. The energy within the monastery walls crackled with animosity.
Finally, the senior monk could take it no longer. Hearing that a spiritual master lived as a hermit two days walk away, the monk wasted no time in seeking him out. Finding the master in his forest hermitage, the monk told him of the sad state the monastery had fallen into and asked his advice.
The master smiled. "There is one living among you who is the incarnation of God. Because he is being disrespected by those around him, he will not show himself, and the monastery will remain in disrepair." With those words spoken, the master fell silent and would say no more.
All the way back to the monastery, the monk wondered which of his brothers might be the Incarnated One. "Perhaps it is Brother Jaspar who does our cooking," the monk said aloud. But then a second later thought, "No, it can't be him. He is sloppy and ill tempered and the food he prepares is tasteless."
"Perhaps our gardener, Brother Timor, is the one," he then thought. This consideration, too, was quickly followed by denial. "Of course not" he said aloud. "God is not lazy and would never let weeds take over a lettuce patch the way Brother Timor has."
Finally, after dismissing each and every one of his brothers for this fault or that, the senior monk realized there were none left. Knowing it had to be one of the monks because the master had said it was, he worried over it a bit before a new thought dawned. "Could it be that the Holy One has chosen to display a fault in order to disguise himself?" he wondered. "Of course it could! That must be it!"
Reaching the monastery, he immediately told his brothers what the master had said and all were just as astonished as he had been to learn the Divine was living among them.
Since each knew it was not himself who was God Incarnate, each began to study his brothers carefully, all trying to determine who among them was the Holy One. But all any of them could see were the faults and failings of the others. If God was in their midst, he was doing a fine job of hiding himself. Finding the Incarnated One among such rubble would be difficult, indeed.
After much discussion, it was finally decided that they would all make an effort to be kind and loving toward each another, treating all with the respect and honor one would naturally give to the Incarnated One. If God insisted on remaining hidden, then they had no recourse but to treat each monk as if he were the Holy One.
Each so concentrated on seeing God in the other that soon their hearts filled with such love for one another the chains of negativity that held them bound fell away. As time passed, they began seeing God not just in each other, but in every one and everything. Days were spent in joyful reverence, rejoicing in His Holy Presence. The monastery radiated this joy like a beacon and soon the villagers returned, streaming through the doors as they had before, seeking to be touched by the love and devotion present there.
It was some time later that the senior monk decided to pay the master another visit to thank him for the secret he had revealed.
"Did you discover the identity of the Incarnated One?" the master asked. "We did," the senior monk replied. "We found him residing in all of us." The master smiled.
A Love Story
"When the power of loveovercomes the love of power,the world will know peace."—Jimi Hendrix
There's an old story about a group of monks living with their master in a Tibetan monastery. Their lives were disciplined and dedicated, and the atmosphere in which they lived harmonious and peaceful. People from villages far and wide flocked to the monastery to bask in the warmth of such a loving spiritual environment.
Then one day the master departed his earthly form. At first the monks continued on as they had in the past, but after a time, the discipline and devotion that had been hallmarks of their daily routine slackened. The number of villagers coming through the doors each day began to drop, and little by little, the monastery fell into a state of disrepair.
Soon the monks were bickering among themselves, some pointing fingers of blame, others filled with guilt. The energy within the monastery walls crackled with animosity.
Finally, the senior monk could take it no longer. Hearing that a spiritual master lived as a hermit two days walk away, the monk wasted no time in seeking him out. Finding the master in his forest hermitage, the monk told him of the sad state the monastery had fallen into and asked his advice.
The master smiled. "There is one living among you who is the incarnation of God. Because he is being disrespected by those around him, he will not show himself, and the monastery will remain in disrepair." With those words spoken, the master fell silent and would say no more.
All the way back to the monastery, the monk wondered which of his brothers might be the Incarnated One. "Perhaps it is Brother Jaspar who does our cooking," the monk said aloud. But then a second later thought, "No, it can't be him. He is sloppy and ill tempered and the food he prepares is tasteless."
"Perhaps our gardener, Brother Timor, is the one," he then thought. This consideration, too, was quickly followed by denial. "Of course not" he said aloud. "God is not lazy and would never let weeds take over a lettuce patch the way Brother Timor has."
Finally, after dismissing each and every one of his brothers for this fault or that, the senior monk realized there were none left. Knowing it had to be one of the monks because the master had said it was, he worried over it a bit before a new thought dawned. "Could it be that the Holy One has chosen to display a fault in order to disguise himself?" he wondered. "Of course it could! That must be it!"
Reaching the monastery, he immediately told his brothers what the master had said and all were just as astonished as he had been to learn the Divine was living among them.
Since each knew it was not himself who was God Incarnate, each began to study his brothers carefully, all trying to determine who among them was the Holy One. But all any of them could see were the faults and failings of the others. If God was in their midst, he was doing a fine job of hiding himself. Finding the Incarnated One among such rubble would be difficult, indeed.
After much discussion, it was finally decided that they would all make an effort to be kind and loving toward each another, treating all with the respect and honor one would naturally give to the Incarnated One. If God insisted on remaining hidden, then they had no recourse but to treat each monk as if he were the Holy One.
Each so concentrated on seeing God in the other that soon their hearts filled with such love for one another the chains of negativity that held them bound fell away. As time passed, they began seeing God not just in each other, but in every one and everything. Days were spent in joyful reverence, rejoicing in His Holy Presence. The monastery radiated this joy like a beacon and soon the villagers returned, streaming through the doors as they had before, seeking to be touched by the love and devotion present there.
It was some time later that the senior monk decided to pay the master another visit to thank him for the secret he had revealed.
"Did you discover the identity of the Incarnated One?" the master asked. "We did," the senior monk replied. "We found him residing in all of us." The master smiled.
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