I believe in taking children to cemeteries. I believe in including them in funeral ceremonies & the rituals of death - not to frighten or alarm them, but to teach them that dying is a part of life and that grief is a part of love.

As both a Funeral Director and a life-long musician, helping you choose the right soundscape for a funeral ceremony is something I am deeply passionate about. But where to even start?! I’ve put together a series of playlists to help guide and inspire your choices.

We mark the beginning of a marriage with vows, rings, and celebration. But when a marriage ends, there is often no ceremony - just paperwork, division of assets, and a quiet, complicated grief that society doesn’t always know how to hold.

For many people, the words ‘funeral celebrant’ and ‘funeral director’ sound interchangeable. But in reality, they’re distinct roles - and, as someone who wears both hats, I want to share why that matters.

Funerals are traditionally gatherings where family and friends come together to grieve, share stories, and say goodbye. But what happens when the person who has died was estranged from their family? What if their relationships were fractured, complicated, or even painful? Does everyone deserve a funeral?

Despite it being one of life’s only certainties - not many people like to think about death. It’s one of those topics we push to the edges. And truly, I hope you never need me. But when you do, know that I am here.

“Givvus a kiss, I’ve got my lippy on tonight.” 💋 11 years after her sudden death, I revisited the eulogy I gave at my Nan’s funeral in 2013 - and I learnt a lot about speaking through grief.

In those 10 years I’ve lived in 8 homes. Travelled through 15 countries. Retrained, got ordained and found my love tribe. I wrote songs and made albums and sung through tears with the choir. I married beloveds. I buried beloveds. I walked alongside many in their despair.

It’s a world changing phone call, that one. When all of a sudden, on a regular Monday morning - somewhere between coffee & Cocomelon - a phone call tectonically shifts your entire state of being and knowing.

My prayer is an altar. Strewn with colour & cold, Thoughts new & old, Copper & flowers & eggs & grief, It can hold it all. Pints heavy with beer, That time I broke your trust last year…

A stalwart presence of strength & laughter in our family constellation and a guiding voice of support & encouragement throughout my life.