"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high..."
~ The Wizard of Oz
Independent of the lyrics, this is what is playing on the radio as I begin to write, essentially the lullaby of which it speaks. What a quiet joy it is to heed the gentle flow of late night Classical music, especially in these times.
Perhaps if we begin to breathe and listen very closely, we might begin to realize that what we seek is not up high at all. It is not far away. It exists without the seeking. The Rainbow is within.