Once a year I take my prayer beads apart and restring them. I changed two, added one. I can sit still if I have something to do with my hands. I hold each carefully chosen bead and focus on who or what the symbol is for. When I felt the wooden chalice that symbolizes gratitude, I felt big hot tears down my face. I am the sum of my choices and I live a full, balanced life.
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