Today, while soaking in the tub, listening to jazz and thinking about my son, I realized something. I’ve spent years talking about gratitude, healing, presence, joy, and love, but I think they’re all pointing to the same thing.
Love.
Not romantic love. Not perfect love. Just love.
The kind that shows up in grief, in parenting, in friendships, in gardens, in music, and in those quiet moments when nobody else is around.
I’ve called it different things over the years: Gratitude equals miracles. Love moves faster than footsteps. Love is all there is. As life moves through us. Different words, same feeling.
What I realized today is that I’m becoming serious about my own peace, happiness, health, fulfillment, and joy. Not in a selfish way. In a loving way. I’ve started calling it my love factor.
Maybe it’s a walk. Maybe it’s a song, a conversation, a nap, a garden, a deep breath, a good cry, or a good laugh. Maybe it’s finally putting yourself on your own list.
As life moves through us,
Audrey
Love is all there is.
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