Rites of Passage - Weddings
My love of ritual and rite of passage was handed on to me by my grandmother and my mother, although neither considered what they did to be reflective of any religious or spiritual sensibilities.
My grandmother relished the opportunities presented by milestones of all sorts (birthdays, retirements, hip replacements, etc.) to host lavish lunches, at which the honoree would be feted with an original poem, recited with great flare. Apparently a genetic trait, I have been known to spontaneous recitation of Dr. Seussian-type rhymes in celebration of just about anything.
My mother, always challenged to structure family life around my father's erratic work schedules, had her own flair for creative ritual. Although meals were simple, the table was always carefully set when we were all together - with attention paid to color schemes and lighting, background music, table manners, and to nourishing one another with conversation as we ate. We were always encouraged to reflect with gratitude upon our good fortune, savoring the time we could spend together. And while I had my moments of wishing we could eat in front of the TV like all my friends did, I am truly grateful that wasn't the case.
Deep love of ritual, of drawing attention to the deeper connections we all have with one another and with Mystery, is who I am. For as far back as I can recall, I have honored the passing of life into death, the passing of despair into hope (or the other way around), the passing of youth to maturity, with poems and songs, candles and stones, drapery, flowers, laughter, tears and woven words.
In the drop-down menu you will find sections dedicated to weddings, baby namings and memorials.
Please contact me at [email protected] if you are interested in having me design and officiate a ritual for you.
My grandmother relished the opportunities presented by milestones of all sorts (birthdays, retirements, hip replacements, etc.) to host lavish lunches, at which the honoree would be feted with an original poem, recited with great flare. Apparently a genetic trait, I have been known to spontaneous recitation of Dr. Seussian-type rhymes in celebration of just about anything.
My mother, always challenged to structure family life around my father's erratic work schedules, had her own flair for creative ritual. Although meals were simple, the table was always carefully set when we were all together - with attention paid to color schemes and lighting, background music, table manners, and to nourishing one another with conversation as we ate. We were always encouraged to reflect with gratitude upon our good fortune, savoring the time we could spend together. And while I had my moments of wishing we could eat in front of the TV like all my friends did, I am truly grateful that wasn't the case.
Deep love of ritual, of drawing attention to the deeper connections we all have with one another and with Mystery, is who I am. For as far back as I can recall, I have honored the passing of life into death, the passing of despair into hope (or the other way around), the passing of youth to maturity, with poems and songs, candles and stones, drapery, flowers, laughter, tears and woven words.
In the drop-down menu you will find sections dedicated to weddings, baby namings and memorials.
Please contact me at [email protected] if you are interested in having me design and officiate a ritual for you.