GRAZIN' IN THE GRASS WITH DR. RICHARD GEIST ON A SATURDAY

Sure is mellow grazin' in the grass! Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it! What a trip just watchin' as the world goes past!

This is from my book "Love Bombed By A Harvard Psychologist" (Dr. Richard Geist) It's a Saturday afternoon in April of 2007 when Dr. Geist and I walked to the park and laid in the grass. Does this look/sound like therapy or two lovers?You be the judge! Link to Book: https://www.amazon.com/Bombed-Harvard-Psychologist-Sandra-Wyllie-ebook/dp/B0CBC5D2RQ/ref=monarch_sidesheet

"I drove to his house with the windows cranked all the way down to catch the warm breeze and had the radio blaring loudly. I was happy as a lark! I was seeing the man I loved and going to the park. I brought my son’s football for us to toss around. When I arrived, I sat crisscrossed on his neighbor’s tree stump and waited for him to come out of his house. I didn’t want to ring his door and disturb his family. He came out unshaven, unkempt, wearing sunglasses and black jeans and sneakers. He was sporting this Cheshire cat smile as if he was very happy to see me.

We proceeded to walk to a nearby park in his neighborhood. When we got there, we tossed the football around. It was a busy day at the park. There was a baseball game going on nearby and children were playing on the swings and playground equipment. After we got done playing catch, we laid on the grass. He laid completely down with his elbows stretched out and hands entwined behind his head.? I started swirling a blade of the fresh green grass of early spring. I went to touch him, and he said, “not here”. Of course, people knew him there. He was on his own turf. We just stayed like that, no words."