On the radio this morning I heard the word “disarticulation” and it got me thinking.  The reference was to a pile of bones, but it seems a good word to describe the task of taking apart that old aspects of ourselves that no longer serve.  The pieces may fall apart easily, or all of a sudden.  Other beliefs, patterns or identities need to be disassembled, arduously dismantled so that a new more authentic way of being can be revealed, born and articulated.  Voila!  Now I may muster more compassion when feeling disjointed.