Today a lone monarch visited my flowers, sucking out the last drops of nectar. I was excited to see it, since I didn’t see any all summer. The Yellow and Black Swallowtails were here, but no Monarchs. I got my camera and snapped away, as it enjoyed what is left of my Zinnias.
Summer has finally come to an end, and a lot of my flowers grew fungus and mildew on their leaves. The leaves deteriorated and dried up starting at the bottom and going up. But, with a couple of late summer rains, and a little watering from my rain barrels, my Zinnias continue to grow. I also have been cutting off seed heads as the flowers petals fall off. This stimulates them to keep putting out new buds. Although the bottom half of the stem looks dead the top continues to bloom. Some have now reached a height of almost eight feet! I see beauty in the flowers and also in the drying stems and leaves. It reminded me of the stages of life we all go through and that beauty can always be found even as we age and come to the end of life.
Our battle scars need not define us. As I looked out the window and saw this beautiful swallowtail on my flowers, I was surprised to see a chunk taken out of its wing. It may have eluded its predator by giving up a piece of itself to be able to live another day. In spite of its damaged wing it seemed to be feeding and functioning normally. It will lay eggs and pass on its life to the next generation. It’s scarred and injured wing did not define it’s destiny. It is going on to fulfill its role in the world that it was created to do.
If you live long enough
Life will give you battle scars
Some physical others psychological
Those who succeed in life
Learn to live beyond their battle scars
Some suffer all their life
From trauma of war or words or events
Battle scars are worn like a badge of courage
Reminding others there is life after death
The death of one’s confidence
The death of ones friend
Courage arises after the trauma of battle
An accident or calamity can occur in a moment
Separation and divorce leaves ragged edges
But you are still beautiful you are still loved
Family and friends help bind up your wounds
The good within still exists in spite of the scars
The photos in this post reveal that survival is dependent on resilience and strength. The desire to survive against all odds, to grow and thrive, to challenge the odds makes both nature and humans unique. Without resilience we would simply whither and die. But with an attitude of resilience we can accomplish great things in life.