It was a cool, but bright fall day. I found myself in North Hampton, Massachusetts attending a conference. During breaks, I would walk the campus of Smith College and the surrounding areas in this quaint town in western Massachusetts. One thing I had learned in my grief journey was that movement was paramount to well-being. Even if all one is able to accomplish is walking to the mailbox. Often this one small step forward was a way of reclaiming one's identity amongst the rub

I saw a paperclip on my desk today and it reminded me Of all the pieces of my life Once shattered on the floor No glue or tape would ever make it whole I still know this to be true BUT The paperclip with its circular flow tells a story of assembly Piecing parts together Organizing a collection It was then I realized, if I took my time Measured every fragment of my soul, old photographs, faint memories And selected what I cherished Now intensely knowing the depth of what can

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