Who Am I

I am a Mother of five and a grandmother of seven.

I lost a son 15 years ago, and noticed there didn't seem to be much meaning in the services I attended.

When my friend was going to AUT to study celebrancy I decided to go along, not really intending on becoming a celebrant, however, the powers that be had other ideas.  I was hooked as they say and a new passion was born for me.

I have a long history of working with the hearts of people whether that heart is bursting with joy or troubled with sorrow.

I have that touch which allows the feelings to be brought into expression.

The Never Ending Shawl

Grief is like a shawl, when we need it we take it out,

Knit a few stitches, rows or a whole panel,

As our needs dictate, and then,

We put it away until the next time it is needed.

The patterns and textures of this shawl are like

Our-grief changing-but the one constant is that it is always there.

It may be in our hand,

or buried in the back of the cupboard.

But, it never goes away.

It is not something to fear.

You can take it out; examine it;

Relive and remember from time to time,

But eventually it becomes,

Just, another piece of clothing,

that we wear-most of the time.