Little Laughing Soul

I've found something interesting about myself through meditation. I think I've described earlier that the feeling I have deep inside my soul when I reach my meditative consciousness is that of laughter. It is kind of like a a giggle that you want to supress because you are in the middle of class or church, but you just can't and it free's itself from soul. My native american name would have been laughing soul.

Yet, today I was watching an ESPN bit on Tiger Wood's dad and his recent death from cancer. I totally felt the pain of his father and the crab like demolition these cancer cells engage in. They claw through your body destroying your cells, your being, your easy breathing. I closed my eyes and my soul cried for old Earl Woods. At that moment I was eased into my meditative consciousness, revealing to me the similarity between crying and laughing.