Where do you go after
you’ve swept up a dusty decade?
Voices of memories, dialogues of decisions
glinting pieces of effort,
shambled shards of mixed failures and gritty grains
of overcoming the odds. The minutes after
the disposal of what was,
a pause before, you’ve put away the broom.
Clean floor, the past no longer felt
between your toes.
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Such beautiful choice of words and the message they bring.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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An apt metaphor.
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Thank you for your feedback.
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My pleasure.
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I loved your last two lines, Ali and such a beautiful poem of sweeping everything clean.
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Thanks for letting me know the lines that spoke to you most.
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Welcome Ali.
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…the past no longer felt
between your toes.
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Thank you Kirsten.đź’ś
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So sad when you need to get out the broom!
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It can be.
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“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forward.” Søren Kierkegaard
Beautiful reflections!
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Great quote. Thanks for sharing
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A beautiful pause Ali 🙏🏻💚
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That is a compliment coming from someone who seems to understand the importance of pausing.
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Ah. Need to get that broom out …
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Yes the magic of sweeping. It is Grand meditation.
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Clear and softly to the point of the importance of reflection and moving on. Thank you.
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Thank you for your positive response Kerry. My words are my gift to you today
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