A sad word at times, conjuring images of something which has been torn down, demolished, taken apart, used, misused, abused. Tragedy occurs, but then, more often than not, the victims, shored up by friends, loved ones and, in our online world, complete strangers, take a step forward. Then two, four steps…gathering tools, courage, resources along the way. They search out remnants from the debris, refashion and rearrange them. A collage evolves. Time moves in its linear fashion and as it does so, a new structure – or perhaps a new person – emerges.
A shiny, squeaky clean, surface now covers the collection of found items gleaned from the remains of what was. All things are new – sort of. Those at the center of the rebuilding will tell you they are changed by the experience. How can they not be? Whether the impetus for rebuilding was an act of nature such as fire, flood, tornado or some atrocity one person has wreaked upon another, change is inevitable. We choose how to go forward. Each day requires strength, determination…we choose or the choices will be made for us. It’s a dangerous world, my friends. Lead, follow, or get out of the way.