Along the banks of the James River, in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, we found this giant oak tree, standing seventy or more feet tall. It was obvious that over the years flood waters washed against the roots exposing them to the elements. The roots adapted by covering themselves with bark. But even more importantly, they embedded themselves between the layers of uplifted rock. As a result of these muscular roots, the tree has withstood the ravages of nature and still stands today!
Changing principals was a very difficult transition for me during my 29 years teaching elementary school. One of my most loved principals died of cancer, followed by a principal who had just finished her Masters in Administration. It appeared to me that she was hired to clean house by the Central Office. She came in with an attitude, and after her first year most of our older teachers resigned. I finally crawled into my classroom hole and hibernated until she finally left for a year of study, and was replaced. The next principal was a really great administrator who supported us and was fair and balanced with everyone.
Snow Queen brings winter
Hibernate ‘till summer comes
Snow melts in sunshine
An attitude adjustment
helped me through the heat
Today Merril, at d’Verse, asked us to write a Haibun sharing a transition we have experienced. Looking back, I am amazed I survived those years.
My squirrel saga continues. After two months of no squirrels showing up at my feeder, one started coming back. The other day when I looked out I saw him eating and was surprised to see what looked like pretty severe flesh wound on his back. As you can see, it was deeper than just a surface scratch. My guess is he is part cat and has used up one of his nine lives. I think he more likely escaped from a hawk that had him in its talons. It did not seem to slow him down. He acted like nothing had happened.
Lesson to be learned from a wounded Squirrel:
Don’t let your wounds slow you down
or keep you from moving toward your goal in life.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Edit: After posting a reader suggested it may be a wound from a bot fly whose larva uses the squirrel as its host. Check it out on YouTube.com
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