Well, hello! Pleased to meet you, I am NaomiJane, an independent celebrant based in the South West but happy to travel – I guess you are….getting married! Congratulations!

So, here’s a quick bio of me so far: having been an English teacher for many years ( you know THAT English teacher, the one who made you howl with laughter…) it was time to hang up my books, pick up my pen and start creating happy environments at weddings rather than in classrooms.

Every couple is unique, and so every ceremony needs to reflect that. Words and stories, poems and readings, music and laughter all need to be woven together to create your ideal day and I am here to work with you to create your story, your vows, your unity ceremonies…

Unity ceremonies from handfasting to quaich cup, sand ceremony or pot-planting, choosing shots for the ceremony or creating secret vows...you name it, we can do it together.

Forest or field, house or home, cliff top or castle, hotel or stately home: wherever you want to get wed, we can do it. Just drop me a message and we can get going.

This is how it works:

• you get in touch with me through Hitched
• we hook up - online or in person for free to see if we are the right fit
• you book me with a £100 deposit
• we have some fun getting to know one another with a questionnaire that asks ALL the right questions
• I create a draft order of service
• we meet again - this time to work out the nitty gritty
• I write the finalised ceremony
• I turn up nice and early to calm you down and organise things and then…you get married!

What are you waiting for! I have a great offer on until the end of February as well – all of this for only £475 – what a bargain!

Looking forward to chatting to you both soon

Warm regards

NaomiJane xx

While you are here…this is a poem from another Naomi that is wonderful inspiration for writing vows that really pack a punch…just some ideas for now…

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I cannot swear with any certainty

That I will always feel the way I do now,

Loving you with the same fierce ecstasy,

Needing the same your lips on my brow.

Nor can I promise stars forever bright,

Or vow green leaves will never turn to gold.

I cannot see beyond this present night

To say what promises of dawn may hold.

And yet, I know my heart must follow you

High up to hilltops, low through vales of tears,

Through golden days and days of sombre hue.

And love will only deepen with the years,

Becoming sun and shadow, wind and rain,

Wine that grows mellow, bread that will sustain.

By Naomi Long Madgett 1923-2020