Samurai Cop

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the first time I truly noticed grass. I remember the green, how impossibly vivid it was, and the gentle rise and fall of the earth beneath it. I remember the feeling of the blades slipping between my toes, the way I’d gather a handful, roll them in my palms, then let the wind carry them away. I’d lie in it for what felt like hours, rolling side to side in the softest, biggest bed I’d ever known.

Inside the house, things were often heavy. But out there, in that little sea of green, it was all lightness. I don’t miss the pain I was navigating back then. I miss the version of me that found peace in those simple moments. Lately I’ve been trying to reconnect with that kid. Maybe we all should. Maybe we all need to revisit those early memories now and then—not to live in the past, but to remind ourselves of the spirit we once carried and might still find, if we’re quiet enough to listen.

Let's not forget these early days

Remembering we began the same

We lose our way in fear and pain

Oh joy begin