For the last couple of years, I've been working outdoors rather than indoors. Instead of writing emails and attending meetings I’ve been planting perennials and manicuring lawns. Most days I consider myself lucky to be outside working with nature. My hands feel differently about it though -they’ve been cut, poked, sliced, hammered and pinched more times than I can count. They remain dirty no matter how many times I wash them. Blisters are commonplace and the scars are really starting to add up.
It’s amazing how the body works to heal itself. Last month was a slower month for me due to the weather so I was working indoors more. I noticed that my hands started to return to their normal look and feel. The blisters went away and the dry, rough skin was starting to smooth out. Over time they cleaned up nicely –all except for the scars.
Scars are persistent and almost always come with a story.
My current challenge is to embrace life’s scars as a representation of healing rather than a remembrance of past wounds.