There are things that we can miss, when our minds are in habit and we're caught up in nets cast by fear and inertia. And then, there are moments when clarity just falls upon you, like rain.. you may find yourself resting by a fire at night, then wake, utterly shocked by the sight of stars, though you always knew that they were there. You may all of a sudden see your Mama not as a timeless character, but as a woman whose stories you won't always be able to ask over, and you may run to her, smiling, and make her sweet tea and sit closer than normal.
You may hold your sister or brother and thank everything you can imagine thanking, for being able to share a life with them, and that they love you too. You may look around you, guitar in arms, and see your friends, your kin, on drum-kits of skin and steel and wood, and bass guitars and pianos and they'll be singing too, and they will be opening doors and windows you didn't even know were there, and you'll just be smiling.
Then a lover may stop you in your tracks with a gentle ssshhhh, to teach you how to see and hear the worlds of the animals, and worlds inside yourself. And then you may sing about it all, or write, or dance, or tell stories, cause you'll have to, cause you might burst otherwise. And we will be there with you, and we'll be laughing and we'll be crying and we will be there with you. And the nets will be unravelling and we'll be turning them seamlessly into wings. And we will be closer to home.