Here with all the pieces

I'm in a place I'd never thought I would be.  I've barely held on.  I've stayed.  I haven't stayed put, but I am still here.  Something is here for me.  I'm not afraid of living alone, yet my fear is of living without just a little piece of peace.  I just can't walk away from this life. There is so much beauty here on earth.  How do I surround myself with it?  How do I take those pieces I've found and bring them with me wherever I am?