What do you do when something start falling apart in your hands?
We all know the drill at some point in our lives - the job, the relationship, the dream - that starts to come apart. The fractures were perhaps there long than we had realized and only began to be revealed in the moments of stress - usually, of course, when things fail to be going quite as planned. Almost before you know it, the whole thing starts to crumble away, like a sand castle hit by one too many waves, slowly collapsing into an unrecognizable shapeless mass.
Our initial reaction, usually, is to try to cobble the thing back together. We rapidly move, trying to gather together the pieces a push them back together as if a relationship or a dream or a job was a ball of clay, needing only pressure to push it back together. That seldom works in these cases of course - it is far more complicated and far too many strands have been broken to pull the thing back into alignment. And so we find ourselves with a half made, half destroyed thing in our hands, a project that looks as if we were trying to put it together, not prevent it from coming apart.
What is the secret in moments like this? Is it to try to push things together even harder, hoping that force and mystical gravitational forces will make the the whole? Is it to simply let the thing continue to dissolve in our hands? Is it to try to repair the thing with the resources we have available? Or is is it to cut away the debris, look at the reminder, and determine what to do from there?
Sadly, it feels I have had far more things fall apart than I ever held together. And I can hardly think of a time that the thing could have been rebuilt.
Too often we believe things to be strong when in fact they are bound together only by moon ash and gossamer threads.