A Lullaby for the Heart

I go to bed, and memories flood my mind. Some good, some bad, some funny, some sad.
They arrive visually, embracing me, engulfing me.

Even the saddest ones, the heart-breaking ones, somehow end in gratitude.
Gratitude for this life.
For my family.
For love, bonds, friendships.

The fact that I can sit here, in this cozy living room, with the time and space to put these thoughts into writing means that so many quiet things have aligned for me. I know I take it for granted at times. I complain about what’s missing. But deep in my heart, I know the universe has been kind to me.

And yet,
there is a quiet fear that lives alongside this gratitude.
That all of this could be taken away just like that.

When I start to struggle with that fear, a gentle hum begins to vibrate around me. When helplessness creeps in, it vibrates within me like a mother’s lullaby.

It doesn’t explain anything.
It doesn’t promise certainty.
It simply signals that it’s okay.
It whispers, I am here with you, my love.