When does the Grass get greener?

I researched this metaphoric phrase recently as it is relevant to my fence line.

Not in the form as mentioned above, but as this; “The grass grows greener on the other side of the fence.”

There are several ponderous references to the theory, really. Many links to its past.

But it’s how it relates to ME that I care enough to write about.
Like you didn’t catch on to that already.

There’s a grassy knoll in my history. Not only the JFK one. A Grass of a different color. Green and bright and full.
A Grass that meant, and means to this day, a great deal to me. Even when my apprehensions abound.

A blade that swayed toward the dark side. Left the beautiful moon and benevolent sun to follow a nefarious pathway.

Why?

Well that, my dears, is what this blog tries to figure.

The why and the how and the who and the when and what of things. No matter the sense it makes. Or doesn’t.

What leads the grass to drink?

It starts out small, I think.

It begins with a shimmer and a glimmer. A spark even, of doubt.

It begins with a leaving of a soul, maybe.

How does the soul go so far south that it can’t steer clear of the land mines that surely pop up? How, indeed.

Self loathing pops up, crops up, trips us and flips us. You’ve felt it, no?

But you knew better. You knew that life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness was yours for the taking.
Didn’t you?

Maybe you didn’t, Grass. Maybe you forgot. Maybe you thought that your life-tickets, happy-coupons were used up?
Nope. They aren’t. They’re still here, still there. They’re still at your disposal. Go look. Check it out.

It takes a key. Or so they say to us green makers. Those John Deere nothing-run-likers. Listen up. Listen hard. Listen like you’ve not heard a thing. It’s the hearing that takes us where we need to go.

Or so I hear.

There is indeed, a greener Grass. I saw it once. Felt it twice. Need it still. Like the rest of the planet. The Grass must grow, it’s the in the will of all things.

You just need to stretch your face to the sun and feel it.
Life, as with Grass, shows its green when we seek it.

You just gotta seek with all who love you.

It really IS greener here, Grass.

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