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.
Read moreFuneral Celebrant vs. Funeral Director: What’s the Difference? (And Why I Do Both)
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.
Read moreMy Journey to Interfaith Ministry
I’ve always been drawn to life’s big transitions - the moments that crack us open, break us down, lift us up, and reshape us. Ceremony has been woven through my life for as long as I can remember, thanks in no small part to my grandmother…
Read moreFunerals + Estranged Family: Does Everyone Deserve a Funeral?
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?
Read moreI Hope You Never Need Me (But When You Do, I'm Here.)
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, hoping it stays there. And truly, I hope you never need me. But when you do, know that I am here.
Read moreHow To Speak Through Grief
“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.
Read moreI’d never seen this photo of my Grandma Dordy.
I discovered it recently whilst trawling through hundreds of my Papa’s slides that my Uncle lovingly had digitised. This particular photo leapt out to me and smiling, I’ve sat with it a long time since.
Read moreFarewell Thirties. Forties: let's do this.
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.
Read moreMy remarkable Mum survived a ruptured aneurysm & brain haemorrhage.
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.
Read moreA year+ on from birthing, I’m beginning to find my voice
A beacon of wholesome warmth, Yolande was unflinching in her holding of me - from the early months of our pregnancy right through to the reluctant induction at 42+1 and the roaring battle that followed…
Read moreMy prayer is an altar.
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…
Read moreToday we celebrated the life of my precious Great Aunt Judy
A stalwart presence of strength & laughter in our family constellation and a guiding voice of support & encouragement throughout my life.
Read moreWhere I stop and you begin...
When she was pregnant with my mother, I existed in them both, a fleck of genetics & stardust, born through storms & blood like rust.
Read moreMy Dad is a watchmaker.
My dad is a watchmaker.
Passionate about the art of horology, the study of time and the phenomenal stories that lie behind the creation of intricate time pieces, old and new.
The Fledgling
Sat outside in the rolling gardens in the hot evening dusk - I spot a tiny fluffy fluttering in the dirt beneath the huge shrub close by. I move closer. A tiny chick has fallen from a nest burrowed deep within the huge inner branches of the towering shrub.
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