I recently read about the Japanese concept of "wabi sabi." The concept has its roots in the traditional Japanese tea ceremony and is sometimes explained by using the example of a well-loved teacup, made by an artist’s hands, cracked or chipped by use. Such traces remind the observer that nothing is permanent — even fixed objects are subject to change. In the West we admire the classical Greek ideal of beauty which values smooth, symmetrical perfection. Wabi sabi prizes authenticity. The cracks in the old teacup are seen as assets rather than flaws.
As I turn 57 I need to learn how to see through this generous lens; all it takes is a shift in perception. My focus needs to be on successful aging through the pursuit of physical health. This is good for me to remember, as I note that in addition to the
wrinkles around my eyes and mouth, that aging is also apparent in my hands. The skin is
becoming thinner, making the veins and bones more prominent, revealing brown spots and
tiny cracks along the skin’s surface. But my hands do beautiful things. They cook, take care of cats, and arrange flowers in a vase. That said, I'm not ready to stop dying my hair even though I see many women fearlessly embrace the new silver strands in their hair. That day will come but for me it is not here yet. I will close with a wonderful quote of Eleanor Roosevelt: “Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art."

























