I was reading a beautiful poem by John O’Donohue, At the End of the Day, where he asks twenty-two questions, not unlike the Ignation Examen I wrote about here. One of the ...
The after Christmas overindulgence habit is fading slowly. I have sweet cravings after my meal and satisfy them by finishing off the European chocolate bars given as a friendly ...
Shadow is quite a character. He responds to his name like a dog, He fetches like a dog. He growls like a dog. He loves his tummy rubbed like a dog. He knows simple commands like ...
I spoke about the ease with which I judge others last week and this morning, in my yoga class, I was cautioned not to go full out but to hold back. “Be kind to yourself,” ...
The independent life is difficult, it can dull the promise of one’s youth and disenchant the most optimistic of young souls. My film-maker son asked me just last week, “If ...
Three years ago we just started looking for a house on a few acres. Or a few acres on which to build a barn home. Estate agents weren’t much help…we all have our own points ...
All my life the contents of the letter box has been very important to me. In order to receive post everyday at boarding school I had to write numerous letters on Sundays. Our inbound ...
This time 26 years ago I was at the Margot Perot Hospital… Waiting… Not for you but for my doctor. I’d been stuck with a needle that caused blood to spurt all over the ...
Christmas at Footlights comes during the last week of Advent…which this year was really late so we cheated a bit and put up the lights and the creche a little early. Our refectory ...
The classroom wall I sat opposite this morning, while my students (for the day) read through and answered questions on chapter 10 of The Odyssey, was truly inspirational, What perfect ...
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.