On our recent adventure with our granddaughters we took them to Askeaton, the second oldest town in Ireland. Still standing are the ruins of a 1389 Franciscan Friary and ancient remains of Askeaton Castle used by Kights Templar and dating from 1199. A river runs through the small village and a one lane bridge provides passage for cars and people from one side of town to the other. It is a living museum, a step back in history, a reminder of things past.
But this ancient Irish town is also a living place with active pubs, residents spanning in age from baby to antique, flowers blooming in pots, people strolling the narrow streets, a school, churches, grocery. It lives. It continues to support life.
Reminds me of other people and places I know. When I look in the mirror there is an older white haired woman whose face shows the wrikles of time.
She sparkles with anticipation for the colorful adventures that still await her.
How do you see youself?
How do you keep from being antiquated ?