If you want to break open your heart (and your world) in the best of ways, go to clown school.
I just finished day two of a five week journey into the craft of the comedic world – the world of physical theatre, clown and Commedia del Arte.
I went to clown school once before, in 2014. It changed me and the way I live and act in countless, invaluable ways.
And I have taken a few clown weekend intensives between then and now.
But the thing is, you have to keep using the muscles that clown requires, or they atrophy. The wonderful clown you have freed from inside you descends further and further back into the recesses of your heart. Back into the darkness.
One of those clown muscles is enthusiasm. That excitement and wonder for people and things that give you pleasure, that make you laugh. That thing that males your eyes sparkle and your body happy.
That thing that gets bullied out of you around junior high (maybe earlier these days.)
That thing you learn to flatten to seem cool to the other kids.
The thing you learn not to show to protect yourself from ridicule.
The thing you betray in yourself out of fear of becoming an outcast.
The thing that gets beaten down into adult cynicism and suspicion.
(That thing you forget how to feel after while.)
It is a delicious sensation!
Day two of clown class, and I feel that muscle pinking up again. When enthusiasm is allowed its space to inhabit your body, all kinds of good begin to happen. And fun!
I double-dog dare you to find yours. Shake off the cobwebs and try it on for size. Take it for a walk.
It may feel a bit scary to let it be seen again by others. A part of you may be afraid and want to keep it under wraps.
I say: Go ahead. Be subversive. Be a part of the revolution.
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