When I chose Godparents’ for my daughter, my dad was concerned that I chose friends, not family, for this special role. He was worried friends would drift out of her life.
He was wrong, they became our Chosen Family.
This weekend, on a clear, sunny afternoon in a Peak District village, my daughter became godmother to her Godmother’s son.
‘Today feels like the completion of a circle. 15 years ago, at my Christening, my parents gave me a safety net. Godparents who love me and look out for me. I have always been grateful for that gift. I want to make that promise for my godson, that I’ll be there for him always, his safety net.”
Christian, Agnostic and Druid tradition’s were all given their moment at this beautiful ceremony.
The Druid gifts, representing all the elements, were carefully chosen. A piece of Blue John, a feather, a candle and water from the Holy Chalice Well in Glastonbury- and there was another circle.
15 years ago, the water my daughter was baptised in, also came from the Holy Chalice Well in Glastonbury.
Faith is so often distorted into an excuse for violence and domination. I found it deeply heartening that for a brief, sunlit moment, people of all faiths and none, connected. Standing side by side, making promises, born of love, to one small boy.
Promises that will become a new safety net, a new circle.
If only we were in charge of the world.