Show us what endurance means to you. Is it that high-school diploma, beads of sweat earned on a long run, a treasured family heirloom, or something else entirely?
My first choice for “endurance” was a photo of the grand oak in front of my old Barn. It has endured much sturm und drang in its long life; in fact, it is missing half its giant limbs from an encounter with Hurricane Isabel.
But then I came across this photo from a recent trip to Scotland and changed my mind. This photo of the Queen’s pew in Edinburgh’s Canongate Kirk is symbolic of the United Kingdom’s endurance, particularly in light of Scotland’s recent vote to secede.
And why not, here is one of my old oaks reaching out to the Barn. Somebody suggested removing that branch. Can you imagine?
These ancient oaks rather remind me of the United Kingdom now that I think about it: a bit battered from enduring a long life, yet still standing strong and proud. And more than a little awe-inspiring.