Precious Wellbeing

19/06/2026

19/06/2026

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19/06/2026

19/06/2026

"The Clock". This painting shows a lady called Kate Mhary Ann (I believe that is the spelling??) who lived a short walking distance from my uncle Antony's house in Mayo. My memory of her was that she kept her house neat as a pin but was always welcoming and had a great peace about her.
The only sound I used to hear in her house was the slow ticking of the large wall mounted clock and even today it gives a sense of calm when I remember it. I asked her why it was an hour different than it should be and she replied that she always kept it "at God almighty's time" so it was never changed for daylight saving.
Painting by Micheal Joyce

19/06/2026

A Dutch nursing home has found a simple, powerful way to help dementia patients feel at home: it places life-size stickers of their former front doors on their current room doors.

The village, called Hogeweyk in the town of Weesp, is designed to look and feel like a normal Dutch neighborhood. It features familiar storefronts, a town square, and even a theater. Inside, the door stickers act as visual anchors, helping residents find their way and reducing the confusion that often comes with a new living environment.

The approach is part of a broader philosophy that prioritizes quality of life, autonomy, and familiarity over a traditional clinical setting. It's a small detail with a massive impact. 🚪

14/06/2026

AGING....

You grow old, they told me, you are no longer you, you become distant, sad and lonely.

I didn't answer...
I don't get old, I get wise.

I stopped being what others like me to become, but what I like to be.
I stopped seeking the acceptance of others and accepted myself.
I have left behind the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly.

- No, I'm not getting old.
I just become more selective with places, people, customs and ideologies.
I have let go of attachments, unnecessary pain, toxic people, sick souls and rotten hearts... bitterness and unhappiness are not for me, I release them for my health.
I'm ditching party nights for learning and embracing insomnia.
I stopped living stories and started writing them, I threw aside the imposed stereotypes.
I no longer carry eyeshadow in my bag, now I have a book that beautifies my mind.
I exchanged wine glasses for coffee cups, forgot to idealize life and started living it.

- No, I'm not getting old.
I carry freshness in my soul, innocence in my heart, and it discovers me daily.
I have in my hands the tenderness of a cocoon that, when opened, will spread its wings to other places unreachable for those who seek only the frivolity of the material.
I have that charming smile on my face when I observe the simplicity of nature.
I carry in my ears the chirping of the birds that delight me and accompany the walk.

- No, I'm not getting old.
I become selective, betting my time on the intangible, rewriting the story I've been told, rediscovering worlds, saving those old books I've forgotten half open.
I'm becoming more cautious, I've stopped the outbursts that teach me nothing, I'm learning to talk about transcendent things, I'm learning to cultivate knowledge, plant ideals and confirm my destiny.

- No, I'm not getting old.
I begin to live who I really am.~
~Bianka Lutz..