Less Said: When The Grass Looks Greener

A quiet meditation for the moments when another life, another path, or another version of you starts to look better than the one you're living. Part of Less Said, my meditation series for people who prefer fewer words, longer stretches of quiet, and more room to simply be. This practice invites you to step out of comparison, soften the pull toward elsewhere, and reconnect with what may be harder to see when your attention is always reaching beyond the present. For comparison, longing, dissatisfaction, and the moments when you wonder if life would feel better somewhere else.

Transcript

This is. Less said. A series for those who prefer. Fewer words. And longer stretches. Of quiet. They say the grass is greener. On the other side. Potato say. How much of your own life? You miss. While looking over the fence. And the longer it lasts. You search. The more your body. Searches too. Leaning. Toward elsewhere. As if greener. Has somehow come to mean. If I could just. . . Get there. Maybe I'd finally feel complete. What are you hoping the other side? Will finally give. What if. . . To live. You've been searching for. Is the life. You've been looking away from. Let the muscles surround your eyes. Stop squinting. Of the space. Behind them. Or quiet. That's your forehead. Lose its reach. The shoulders release, They're lifted. Allow your ribs to widen. Around the next breath. And your hips to settle. Into what? Is holding them. Your body returns. To its own side of the fence. Your fence. And without looking for anything. What is already here? Perhaps something familiar. Is waiting. To be felt again. A voice that knows your name A hand. Reaching for yours. Small ways that you matter. Without having to prove it. You see this side was never. . . Ordinary. It only became. Familiar. Because while you were busy, Looking away. What was here kept moving. Still growing. Still, Loving you. You can watch. More. Without making this moment. Bus. And in the words of Robert Fulham. The grass, Is greenest. Where it is watered. Perhaps appreciation. Is a kind of water. As you move into silence. Bring to mind. What familiarity. Has dulled. Let yourself feel it again. As if feeling it for the very first time. Let your body overflow. With what was here all along. You're green. You're enough. You you Return slowly. Notice what's here. And when you find yourself looking over the fence again. Remember this. Where you stand. Is already. And who you are. Is already. Enough. This was less said. May your mind body. And spirit. Be abundant with peace. Gratitude. Appreciation. And a deep sense. Have enough. Today and every day. Until next time. Namaste.

Reviews

Wonderful thank you 🙏

Gratitude for enoughness

That was a beautiful relaxing meditation that I will come back to often. Thanks 🙏🏻