Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Friday, February 1, 2013

The Beauty of Her Scars

I always relate to what
Ellen shares.   I thank her
 as these
special words spoke deeply to me
this early morning

The Beauty of Her Scars

Crepe myrtle
Limbs long since broken
Blended into earth
Wounds healed, edges softened

Knobby, cracked peeled
I stand looking at the beauty of her scars
Hoping the gods will grant me such
Glorious patina, inside, outside
As dreams, long since broken
Bring healed wounds, softened edges
A gentle blending with the earth.


Not long ago
I mentioned that
there was not much for my camera to capture
during these short cold days.
How wrong
because as I sit typing away
and look out my window
there is the beauty of my Crepe Myrtle
and River Birch.
Their scars and outside appearance
remind me
of my own....

Yes, there is beauty in their scars and all the old trees
surrounding my cottage...


judemiller1 said...

Most of our scars can't be seen on the outside--which I am glad of. The gnarled features are obvious--as I look down at my hands. Ah, yes, but we are still on the topside of the grass, and that matters a lot. Still things left to do!!

the wild magnolia said...

I think as we age we see more beauty.

Healing is a wonderful blessing. A scar reminds of injury.

My days now register less pain from the past.

Thank you for sharing.

Happy weeks end.

Wisewebwoman said...

I think we now have the time for reflection, jobs, raising kids, paying the mortgage was always a distraction. I am glad we all live long enough. So many don't.

We ripen like peaches into the sun. And turn gold and brown and yellow.....


One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Judy, so right you are
and Sandy and WWW
your words always special...

Sky said...

thank you for sharing the beautiful poem and link. hope you have a good weekend and that the weather has improved - some injuries/deaths and serious damage in GA from the recent storms. scary. i am so glad you are fine and suffered no serious damage.

Sharon said...

The poem brings memories of a crepe myrtle my mom had in her front yard, brought and planted as just a slip of a tree from rural Virginia where she lived as a small child. Some plants seem to live forever. You are fortunate to have your home in a spot surrounded with beautiful established plants.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sky and Sharon, thank you for your special comments...

mermaid said...

In suffering there is deep beauty, especially through the healing.

Your poem evokes wisdom and a journey of suffering and healing. It doesn't get any better than this.

Thank you.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Dear Kaveri, thank you so much for visiting and please keep in touch.

Anonymous said...

Ernestine, I am so complimented to wind up on your blog! Thank you so much. I'm glad you related to my ode to the crape myrtle. They are such beautiful trees, offering so much and asking so little.

I continue to be on "tilt". That is, doing more than I should be doing, but feeling so compelled to get myself to my new place. There is still much to be done, but I've decided I'll get there by March. So the clock is ticking. I had some work done there this week and have more optimism that I've had in a while. The past year and a half, with my efforts to be helpful to may parents, has definitely taken a toll. I'm so exhausted each day I still don't have it in me to sit down and compose any blogs other than the one on Elderwomen Musings. I'm going to take some time now to "visit" you here. I do hope you are doing well.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Ellen, keep moving - you can do it.
You need to be in your new location - I just feel it in my heart...

Project Tara said...

This is the first time I have stopped at your blog. I'm so glad I found it. This is a beautiful poem, very touching.