Skip to main content

The Role of the Celebrant

I have been asked now, by a number of people, what a civil celebrant does that is different to a registrar or religious leader

do not want to offend anyone by leaving religious belief at the door; I was married in Church, I am confirmed and my children were christened. I am also a realist and I am aware that the family dynamic is altering; that fewer people hold religious beliefs and that many ceremonies these days are secular.

Every element of a celebrant ceremony is designed to show the participants their role in the joining together of two people so that there is recall and a sense of collective responsibility for the happiness of the couple; the security and future of the child or the cherished memory of the person who has died.

Weddings
Handfasting ribbons

My ceremonies are personal – no two are the same; they are hand written and my aim is to distil the spirit of the couple that I am marrying and present it to them and their guests as the finest expression of love that they have for each other and a tangible reminder of why they have chosen to spend their lives together.

Celebrant weddings have to be ratified by a Registrar but they can take place anywhere – we do not have to use licensed premises.

If I were to conduct a ceremony today, the couple would have the choice to marry in surroundings that are special to them, to be unconstrained by time or style of ceremony and they would have control of the words spoken and the rituals observed that signify union to them.

We use ancient Celtic traditions of hand fasting and broom jumping; we use Hebrew rituals of breaking glass. There are ceremonies involving light and colour that are uplifting and engaging and help to illustrate the union that they represent.

Naming Tree



Naming Ceremonies

Naming ceremonies are the chance for the parents, grandparents, mentors or sponsors and selected guests to celebrate that young life and to show their accountability to that child throughout life.

The mentors/sponsors or trusted friends of the child in a naming ceremony will read a verse, sing a song or perform a ritual to show everyone their significance in the life of the child. 

Parents, grandparents and other important family and friends can be bound by a ribbon to the child in a chain of collective love and protection. The child's name and its' significance will be revealed and promises to guide and support that child will be made by all those present.

Memory Stones

Funerals


Funerals give me the chance to portray through words, poetry and music the character, the essence of the person who has died and to allow those who mourn to be caught up in remembering him with love and affection.

Funerals are the one certainty in life – my favourite part of preparing a funeral is the time spent with the family talking about “Fred”; it is often teary and we drink quantities of tea but the process of recall and the chance to talk honestly about “Fred” with a comparative stranger is hugely cathartic. Most families open up after a bit and we have a giggle and I write until my arm nearly drops off and I come away with a jumble of funny stories, half remembered anecdotes and a sense of who Fred was and and what he meant to those who mourn him.

I will then spend 4/5 hours writing his story – weaving in poetry and music that gives comfort to those who attend his funeral. My aim is for everyone to feel that Fred was with them, that they have learned or recalled an aspect of Fred that is important and will make them proud to be his mourner.

Funerals in woodland or indeed in many churches and cremations in the smaller and less hurried crematoria are the most rewarding part of a celebrant's job.

Thank you for reading this. The Country Celebrant




Comments

  1. I really love your description of our work, you've really captured the essence of what makes the ceremonies so different and new. Xx

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Weddings with a Difference! Mothers of the Bride and Groom filling the sand frame as part of the ceremony. This summer has been joyous, it has been all about weddings and the celebration of union.  Families brought together by the joining of couples with hand-fastings, sand and candle ceremonies.  There have been many different types of wedding, some quite traditional and others very definitely not. The cast has been roughly the same; the happy couple - often with little children, some with dogs, a pony and a very badly behaved parrot!  Proud parents and grand-parents, emotional bridesmaids in a rainbow of colour, best-men and in one case a best-woman who have delivered speeches that are funny, poignant and blooming cheeky. There have been wonderful impromptu moments that you could not script.  Sunsets and rainbows, a downpour so loud that it stopped proceedings momentarily. I have loved every second of it all - it is a huge privilege to shar...

Respect for the Bereaved

In the last year I have conducted all manner of funerals. There have been the timely deaths of beloved people where the ceremony has been one of quiet, or raucous, celebration of a life lived to the full and ended peacefully. There have been tragic deaths through suicide and illness, where the person has been snatched from those that love them in a way that is cruel and heartless.  A cold, bleak time when all you can do is hug the pain into some sort of temporary submission. There have been slow lingering departures where there has been time to prepare and say goodbye, to plan the ending and to tie up all the loose ends, so to speak. I have been in awe of the dignity and composure of both those leaving and those being left.  The stories that I have had the honour of retelling.  The poignant words written by children about their Grandparents. The gut twisting pain of listening to a husband talk of his wife and what she meant to him. The keepsakes that I ha...

The privilege of attending someone at the end of life | End of Life Doula Care

Currently I am supporting a lady as her life draws to a close.  My job is to reassure her through the night.  I arrive at 10 o'clock, she is courteous and appears pleased to see me.  We chat about how she is feeling and I share a few details of my life and what is happening in the world outside her room. I might read to her whilst she prepares to sleep.  Some nights we are up and down quite a bit, I doze on a blowup mattress beside her; it reminds me of sharing a room with a baby.  You relax to a point, but the changes in breathing somehow penetrate your somnambulant state. Last night was extremely peaceful, I find myself writing this journal as I sit beside her.  The room is bathed in the soft glow of a low light, a fan chunters away in the background, dawn is about to break and the day around us is starting. Before she went to sleep I massaged her shoulders and neck with a balm to soothe her pain and provide some warmth and the healing power of ...