Feb 5 2 Comments

Shoogamunga has a lot in common with yoga

This is what we are talking about. Real Shoogamunga-time. Can happen anywhere.

When Kristin goes to bed I need to hug her in a special way. I can’t just give her a hug-on-the-fly hug. I can’t stand up from my sitting position after saying the evening prayers and hug her sweetly, saying goodnight. That is unacceptable according to Kristin, who is the hug-queen. No, I need to be sitting down, comfortably. Then I need to lean over and give her a real, no-nonsense hug which involves me burying my head in her face and her snuggling into my scarf or my neck while I say the magic word, which is, and will always be: Shoogamunga.

Some nights I forget to say Shoogamunga, and those are bad nights. Kristin always picks up on my mood, especially if it is not good. And one of the ways she picks up on it is by my absence of Shoogamunga. “Mummy, is something wrong? You have not said Shoogamunga to me?” I think that she may not notice if I don’t say the dumb word every night, but, believe you me, she does.

Some days my life is missing the Shoogamunga too. Those are the days when I don’t feel loved and like the world has no time for me. I feel like I am not very important and that everything and everybody else is more significant. Those are the days when all I want is for somebody to come close and say, in my face: Shoogamunga. Then I will feel noticed and that they at least had the time for that one, simple word.

Other days I feel like the Shoogamunga-giver of the universe. I have received the magic power and can make everybody happy with my wand. But the thing is, and this I have learned from Kristin, you can’t just throw a Shoogamunga out there and then tear off. That is absolutely pointless. In order for it to work, one has to have time and, most of all, the presence of one’s spirit. If that is not there, you may as well say Honorificabilitudinitatibus (that is a word, by the way. Just look it up!) It would make no difference at all. None at all.

It's like a mantra, and makes people happy.

It reminds me of yoga. It’s not like I have done a lot of yoga, but the times I have, we have had to say these weird words. Shanti and Aum (Actually, it’s more like auuuuuuuuuummmmmmm). I think that these words have a meaning, but I don’t know what it is. The point that I have learned, though, is that it’s not so much what we say, but that we do say it that matters. Because in the process of saying it, we force our lungs, our body, our heart to take deep breaths, inhale the right way and a lot of other useful things. If we had not said the weird words, we would have missed out on all the good benefits, such as more oxygen in our lungs and a better life all together. And when we are more content, we can do more to make the world a better place. Therefore the words one says while doing yoga are important.

This is exactly the same thing with Shoogamunga. Just try it and you will know that what I say is true.


  • Rick Granger says:

    Fun! Our bedtime rituals are the bread and butter of real-life emotional intimacy! I love bedtime!

    And “aum” is the universal essence of existence – it’s the noise everything in the universe makes (according to Hinduism) and actually is itself THE meaning of the universe.

    Who knew it was that easy?

    What’s the meaning of life?



    I’ve heard of people substituting Christian stuff in place of all the mantras – which I think is really cool.

    So my point would be – the words are important, not least because of the breathing and rhythm, etc, but mostly because of what they actually mean linguistically.

    I think the Lord is the meaning of the universe.

    : )

  • lynnie says:

    It is actually like the words I love you. If they are said meaning I love you, well that is better certainly than love ya. Ohhhhhhhhhhh how I miss hearing those words from my children. I understand Kristen. All of us wants the real thing, no matter what.