Our grass looks good when I sit near it in a lawn chair. Being able to feel it with my toes makes it even better.

It’s as if the summer of heat along with the right amount of water has helped it to grow and green up well this year. 

You may be able to see it here as I’ve given you the long view from one side of the yard.

There are even a few signs that there may be more over there with a low brick wall and few bushes almost in view. 

Wouldn’t it be good if I had shown you a few more things? 

The wonderful thing with grass is that it is resilient and can bounce back from almost any condition. 

If it’s too hot for a bit, the grass will wait until cooler weather comes again. 

Then the grass pops up with new blades to continue growing. 

Wouldn’t it be good to be like grass?

Wouldn’t it be good to be like grass sometimes? 

Here’s what I found out recently. 

There are many ways that people can look at grass as they are out in different neighborhoods and think that type of turf is better from their view. 

It may be like the song by Nik Kershaw. 

We may start with a good intro of strumming the base of the melody, begin with a great rhythm and then the words start. 

This song is one that I have known for many years. The full orchestra in this version pulls me into a two-step and slows my feet.

Here is part of what I know now. 

Others have thought it would be good to be me.

There have been times when others have looked at my life and thought it would be good to be me. 

Perhaps it was because we had one son. 

An only child who looked like his disability was not affecting him much. 

The words in this song talk about comparing situations like when people go into other places and look at how great the grass is growing. 

When someone, even now, says that it must have been good to have such an easy life, I wonder if they know what words are being said. 

Do they hear and understand that words matter? 

Life has taught me that being in a space of resilience and joy now has come because of what our son brought to us. 

He did have a list of disabilities that did not belong with anything else that had been seen and yet he still drummed and lived well for decades.

Wouldn’t it be good if that were known?

Wouldn’t it be good if that were known? Yes, his experiences are known in many ways. 

Or does the rhythm of life tell us to look beyond what could be seen and look for the grand, golden moments? 

Today it can be both. 

Perhaps some have looked at one segment of life, like the grass seen here, and decided what those bushes are without more information. 

Others may imagine what is across the wall.

I have learned that imagining is great for creating a story and asking questions is lovely for finding an answer. 

When I begin to get into the comparing grass I then look at where I sit.

It is when I look into another’s experience that I need to wait to learn more. 

Thinking that the grass is greener somewhere else may not be the case.

When I hear that others are looking at another’s situation, their life experience and thinking about life sure looks better over there I begin to pause. 

This is when we can get into our own rhythm, listen to the melody of life for ourselves and remember two things. 

Even if it looks good as we drive next to them, we do not know what their life is like. 

Could it be like when others look at this and that in a room then they create meaning for them? 

The accuracy may not be accurate at all, my friends. 

Wouldn’t it be great if we did not compare?

Wouldn’t it be great if we did not compare. 

Life is not like pie. 

There is enough room for all of our experience, stories, truth to be told and dances to be strummed. 

I remember that I am the one who pulled up the chair to look at my own yard, to begin to know what I feel and be like the grass under my own feet.

I am here to create resilient joy alongside it all. 

Wouldn’t that be good and great!