People fly high, and go far;
people drive for hours and go for miles;
home can be two very different places at once-
the place where you come from,
the place you return to every night in your car,
that feels like the place you knew when you were a child.
Family is what you are born into,
family is what you feel a part of
with some of the people you meet-
the friends that you make and keep,
who you are bound to always by a power greater than fate,
who can live a mile away, five minutes up the road;
or three thousand miles away on another continent,
in another time-zone, but who never fail to be there for you,
and to brighten your day with how they make you feel,
and with what they say, that always makes you smile.
There is something amazing that draws us together;
there is a meeting of hearts and minds that always happens
that is so much more than being in the right place
at the right time;
there is a love, a passion, that feels different,
but which always feels comfortable
every time you come back to it, like old leather;
there is a rhythm that already exists,
which you can’t teach, which grows in strength,
and can be used to get where you need to go, like a vine.
I love the thought, and I love the experience
of sitting down with someone I know over a meal,
for coffee, online, or on the phone;
I love the vibe, and I love the energy that intoxicates me
and permeates through the air, that opens up every pore of me-
like walking down a country road,
in the warm sun, in the middle of the afternoon;
I love the happiness,
I love the enjoyment of being myself with someone else
who understands me, and with whom it doesn’t matter how much you say,
it just feels effortless-
like watching the tide come in and out on a sandy beach,
that you can smell, taste, hear, and look at for hours,
and feel content- because you were meant to be there.
A family meal;
a coming together that might only happen once a year,
and then only for a few hours-
can leave an impression on you and on everyone,
and revitalize you when you need that boost
and that burst of energy- like sunlight to a flower.
It’s important to make the time to be there for those who need you.
You forget how much a message or a phone call
can be the difference between someone knowing and realizing
their own self-worth.
It’s important to keep doing the things that you always do.
You forget sometimes that your presence in someone’s day or year
can be the best thing in the world for someone-
because they think of you, and have always thought of you,
as one of the most amazing wonderful people on Earth.
I think everything is worth sharing.
I think anything that you create with someone
is worth telling the world about
and repeating the meaning of what has been said.
I think that there is no better time to put problems behind you,
to make up for the time that has been lost,
and make a fresh start, than to sit down and break some bread.
