Walking Lightly. Noeleen Watson’s First Book of Poems

Walking Lightly is Noeleen Watson’s first book of poems. On a journey of self-discovery, Noeleen realises her true potential as she finds she has a gift of putting words on paper that create something special. 

Living in Glenageary, Co. Dublin, Noeleen is a mother to four children and grandmother of a little boy. It seems that Noeleen was born to be creative as she is also a graphic designer. She also enjoys taking photos while out walking and connecting with nature. 

Noeleen has been inspired by her many friends, her family and people who have helped and encouraged her along the way. She now works to inspire others to realise their own potential. She is an advocate for Aontas, inspiring people to return to education.  Continue reading

Love Your Personality & Don’t Hide it Away.

Oh dear! My alter ego, Miss Personality herself, Tasheenga, is not happy that her blog hasn’t been entered into the V by Very Blog Awards. I think she feels a little bit left out! Her blog is still a fledgeling and maybe next year she’ll get the opportunity to shine. If she behaves!

She gets very annoyed at me when I instruct her to stay calm and quieten down. Sometimes she tries to help but quite often her input can hinder a situation rather than improve it.

Occasionally I allow her to help me to write my posts on We Are Holistic, but she’s safer over on her own little blog. She can rant and rave all she wants in her own little corner of the internet. Yes, I do value her input but I can’t let her think that she can completely take over. I need to balance all the different parts of myself. Ashamedly, I have to admit, I did try to keep her a secret but by following the advice of a very wise friend, I revealed the true identity of Tasheenga. 

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What do you think of Robin’s Mental Health?

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I can’t help wonder about this person’s mental health! Robin (not her real name) is very active on a particular social media platform. She is not one of these people who uses social media to make life appear wonderful, (when in reality it’s pretty crap). No photoshopped selfies that make her look like a plastic version of herself. No happy family photos of days out, girlie nights in, her latest successful attempt at cooking a delicious gourmet dinner and no location check-ins! Continue reading

The Feldenkrais Method. Mary Hunt.

Our healthy state of well-being is constantly being challenged by different aspects of and experiences in our lives. The key to health is to understand ourselves, so we enhance our strengths while minimising our weaknesses.

Through relaxation a person feels more at ease, secure, and can become open to positive change and better equipped to deal with life’s challenges.

It was while dealing with one of my own challenges in life, that I discovered the Feldenkrais method.

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They Might Call It Depression.

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Today I keep silent but inside I shout,
I try to wash away the shame, 
paint a smile upon my mouth.

My heart it is heavy,
full of unexplained sorrow. 
I can’t feel happy, not today,  
maybe tomorrow.

I walk and I walk and I keep on going,
where will the road lead me?
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Today I am trapped
in this dark consuming space. 
Nobody knows, nobody knows, 
they don’t see my face.

Today I hide away from the world and its doors,
the world as I see it, through my eyes,
not theirs and not yours. 

I hide my fear and I hide all expression. 
If I let them all know, they might call it depression!
I would no longer be me because then things would change,
just the girl no one talks to
because now she is strange! 

Her head is messed up,
her face is a fake. 
Her smile isn’t real
her mind, it might break.
Don’t sit too close to the girl who is sad. 
We can’t help her anyway, 
she’s crazy, she’s mad!

So I carry my despair to the end of the day,
and struggle to pray all the pain away.
I tell myself,
“I love myself, respect myself,
and heal myself”.

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Nobody knows, 
they don’t see my face, 
tomorrow will come
and I’ll be in a better place.

#Glitch #WorldMentalHealthDay

Perfect Therapist Wannabe.

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Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be perfect? To never put a foot wrong and to never say the wrong thing. Do you look at others and think that they are so perfect and they have the perfect life? Look closer and I bet you will find that they are not perfect at all and they don’t have the perfect life. Because what is that word anyway?

We all use the word ‘perfect’. We use it when we talk about the people we love. “My partner is so perfect.” “My baby is so perfect.” “My children are so perfect.” “Johnny is the perfect friend.” This is probably because we love them unconditionally and we don’t see any flaws that they may have or we simply choose to ignore them. We accept our loved ones just the way they are. In our eyes, they are indeed ‘perfect’. But what you perceive to be perfect will be quite different to what others will see.

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The Reveal.

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The night we had been waiting for. The big reveal! Who was going to be crowned the 2015 winner of Come Dine With Me Please? Who was about to reap the rewards for all their hard work? There was a lot of sweat, blood and tears shed over handpicked tomatoes, cooking the perfect steak, washing blackberries one by one, melted ice-cream and empty water jugs. Not to mention the trauma over the non-existent mouse. Click here to find out what I’m talking about.

I needed to look my best for the winning photo, so I decided to steer clear of alcohol and drink sparkling water for the night. Being the sober one, I offered to taxi my friends to our chosen venue, The Wishing Well Bar & Bistro in Kingscourt – Jackie’s home town. We each invited our guests of honour to join us for our finale but my guest Mary, was partying in Manchester with my husband and Kate was off signing books somewhere. New York I think. Deirdre was free and she was more than happy to join us. 

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Come Dine With Me Please – Part Two!

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Her house has a name. Mine does not. She sent out dinner party invitations. I didn’t! But…..I mustn’t worry myself just yet. It takes more than fancy names and invitations to win Come Dine With Me Please! Continue reading

Come Dine With Me Please – Part One.

This is my first post in my new category ‘How I Made Time For Me This Weekend’. So what has prompted me to add this new category to my blog? Last Saturday and what I got up to – that’s what.

What does making time for yourself mean? For some people it’s about being alone for just an hour or two enjoying the peace and quiet. Maybe read a few chapters of a book by a favourite author or relaxing in a warm sudsy aromatherapy bath. Often time for yourself can include spending it with someone else. Continue reading