As you will know if we have ever met (or if we have spoken about a ceremony, or you have looked around my website or checked out my socials) I LOVE hearing love and life stories. I also love writing and telling them. I would say more than anything, as a celebrant, I am a listener, curator, creator, writer and storyteller.
When you know what happened in early 2020, almost all of my weddings were postponed - some several times, but that's another blog! I still kept in touch with my couples and also took some new bookings but I didn't get to hear, write and/or tell as many love stories as I usually would - and I really missed that part of my job.
So I decided to do something about it. I made short films of edited versions of some of the proposals and true stories that I have been told and I also wrote some short fictional stories of my own - I even had a short story published and that spurred me on to put pen to paper and start the book that I have been threatening to write for years!
Here is one of the films. This is exactly what Sam told me about his cunning plan for proposing to Amy (including his immortal words: 'my secret package'). In addition to recording what he told me, I also sent him and Amy a calligraphy copy on their 'should have been wedding day' - I'm pretty sure it will be retold, perhaps not in quite the same way, when they finally have their special day.
Sharon and Gill's wedding was in February, so it was one of just a handful of ceremonies that were allowed to go ahead in 2020. This is a small part of the story that I told, just before they made their wedding vows. Suffice to say, there were tears and laughter… and tears from laughter!
There are few more films on my YouTube channel (looking at the videos, it's pretty obvious when I needed the hairdresser's to be open again!). Hopefully, weddings will get back on track sooner rather than later and I will be able to tell the stories more fully, and in person (instead of briefly, in my office). In the meantime, I am enjoying hearing from my existing and new couples, crafting, baking (and eating cakes) and getting on with my book.
Just in case you are interested, here is my first published piece of flash fiction (spoiler alert, it might contain a proposal)
Superlambanana, written by Lorraine Hull
David was hungry, disillusioned, and bored. His paper on genetically modified organisms was due in next week. He had spent almost four hours scrolling fluorescent protein gene articles.
He had written 423 words and was dissatisfied with every single one of them. David hated GloFish; their exotic names belied how mind-numbingly ordinary they are. How the hell could something called a Galactic Purple Glo-Rainbow Shark be so bloody boring?
He opened the Tinder app on his phone.
It had been four months since Sam had left him; it was too soon for another relationship but he craved company, conversation and the warmth of skin.
Easier said than done. He may not be looking for long-term, but he still needed to see and feel something: an attraction, a connection.
Profiles without a human face were swiftly sent left. Too-good-to-be-true face? Left… along with the angry, sad, vacant or over-excited faces.
Those with a plethora of piercings or a tattooed neck were eventually dispatched in the same direction, but not before he had appreciated the art.
It was almost an hour before David swiped right. Within 90 seconds he had a match.
He sent a casual but considered message and hoped for a response with words - rather than emojis or gifs - preferably spelt correctly with apposite punctuation.
Was he setting the bar too high? Possibly. Going by past experience: probably! Maybe he should have set his distance greater than a mile?
His phone vibrated; he checked the screen: twelve words, an apostrophe, a semi-colon and a question mark: “I’m finishing at five; do you fancy a drink in the Ship?”
His match worked in the Cunard Building and suggested it was just as easy to meet outside the library and walk down Hatton Garden together to the pub.
Two bowls of scouse and four pints later they had talked, laughed and felt more alive than either could remember in years.
David finished his Masters. His GMO paper was published in the International Journal of Molecular Sciences. A major American bioengineering company offered him a six-figure salary.
He turned it down. It sounded too good to be true. Besides which, he liked his job at the library and his research proposal had been accepted: ‘Identification of the Genomic Constitution of Ovis x Musa Hybrids Using Molecular Cytogenetics’.
And he had Chris.
It was exactly three years since their first date. It had become an anniversary tradition to go the Ship for scouse and beer and they always started their celebrations at the Superlambanana.
Eyesore or icon? Mutilated mutant or charming chimera? Everyone had an opinion. Most of her ochre fleece had been scraped or tagged with graffiti, messages, and obscenities. A provocative, scarred storyteller who, like the city she stood in, held her head high, bore her blemishes, and told her stories, with hope and pride.
David found a four-inch square of yellow tail, took the Sharpie from his pocket and wrote: “Christopher, will you marry me?”
Publisher's Notes: Lorraine Hull is an award-winning celebrant, based in Liverpool. Superlambanana is a bright yellow sculpture designed by New York City-based Japanese artist Taro Chiezo. It is 5.2 metres tall and weighs almost 8 tonnes; it currently stands outside the Avril Robarts LJMU library, in Liverpool.
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I have always loved being a Celebrant and I didn't think it could possibly get any better - but in the midst of a global pandemic, it did! I could not be more excited about the future and I can't wait for moments like this to happen again...