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Thursday, March 14, 2019

Spring Equinox as Catalyst for Healing




By certified Life-Cycle Celebrant Marilyn Dion

Celebrant Foundation & Institute

There are so many things about March that I love. It signifies the end of winter and the beginning of Spring. And what kid doesn’t love getting out of school during March break and perhaps taking a family vacation in a quest for the sun? It’s the month we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by wearing green and holding the fantastical hope that we’ll see little leprechauns having a marvelous time. March 21st was my father’s birthday. My mother used to make the best angel food cake – we all loved it! The symbols of the month reflect new life, new beginnings and good luck. March 20th this year is the Spring Equinox, the day when the hours of night or darkness equals the hours of day or light. A perfectly balanced day – nature’s yin yang. Equinox comes from two Latin words ‘aequalis’ meaning ‘equal’ and ‘noctis’ meaning night. I knew high school Latin would come in handy one day!

This year let’s think of March kind of like a second New Year’s with resolutions for healing and recovery in our lives. It is time to set a new groove for ourselves. It is time to set our sights on healing from the many downs on the roller coaster of life. This past year, two of my best friends with whom I shared many musicals get togethers over the years are no longer with us in this life. Another very close friend moved far away to live with his daughter and enjoy his grandsons. I miss the quality times and frequent jams with them and other kindred spirits. Things are just not the same. Other friends have drifted away, busy with their lives and their families that have continued to grow.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve decided to breathe newness into my being. One of the best ways that I have found to do that is to create personalized ritual. In my case, I have been neglecting a hobby that I love – playing guitar and singing. I’ve even allowed my fingernails to grow too long so it is extremely difficult to play a chord – I don’t know how Dolly Parton does it!

There is something about music that lifts my soul and just setting the musical intention to become absorbed takes me away from my immediate cares. The enjoyment of music in its many forms is part of our most basic instincts. The repetitive percussive of drums or a certain rhythmic style of guitar playing puts the listener into a tribal mood. Perhaps I will even try song writing – something I haven’t done since high school when I wrote a song for a Shakespearian play. Half the battle to changing anything in our lives is to set the intention to do it.

There are so many ways rituals can improve our lives and shine light on the healing and recovery that is appropriate in our own circumstances. A community ritual that I have found to be uplifting is a potluck jam. It involves sharing a meal with elements brought by each attendee along with sharing talents, time and tunes. People attending are not all musicians, after all an audience is needed and anyone can shake maracas or tambourines! Think about how the elements can be acknowledged in such a gathering. Foods from the Earth sounds of the music symbolic of Air, a bonfire or candles representing the element of Fire and flavored liquids as a nod to Water.

It is so important to attract positive energy into our lives. We can start to do that by living with an attitude of gratitude. Don’t you just love the feeling of peace when all seems right with the world? What a sense of awe we have when we appreciate seeing the first Spring flowers break through the ground – the tulips, the daffodils, the forsythia and the pussy-willows. Such beauty and purity and symbols of hope and happiness. Taking a mindful walk, hike or bike ride through trails observing the waking of plant life and the stirring of the small creatures in the forest. The primal connection to nature, never ceases to make my heart glad. I marvel on those rare occasions when I am blessed to see a couple of deer, a fox or a raccoon cross my path! A fun ritual would be going on a photo hunt for signs of Spring and creating a collage with the discoveries.

A fond memory I have from my childhood, is my mother’s ritual of Spring cleaning. This was a major event. Walls and windows were washed, furniture rearranged, new curtains were sewn and hung, and windows were thrown open to refresh the air. Clutter was cleared, Spring clothes were tried on and winter outfits were packed away. I loved coming home from school to the freshness and newness she created for us. Everything felt so pure, so special. I didn’t understand anything about energy back then, but I felt it. I embraced the freshness of it. There really is such a thing as the excitement of Spring Fever when everything feels more alive and there is a subconscious need to bring the outdoors in and get outdoors as much as possible.

As an adult, I take great joy in creating little life affirming vignettes around my home. A few ceramic bunnies here, a couple of decorated eggs there and a bouquet of fresh flowers arranged as a dining table centerpiece. Cultures around the world do many things to celebrate Spring and recover from the dark days of winter. From water guns at the Thailand Songkran water festival, throwing colored powders in northern India, making breakfast at the Festival of scrambled eggs at dawn in a town in Bosnia, to cheese rolling down Cooper’s Hill in Gloucester, England, people find ways to bring happiness and positivity into their lives.

If you are an early riser, or even if you are not but have some self- discipline, get up to see the sunrise and perhaps read this as you contemplate healing areas in your life:

Salutation to the Dawn
 Attributed to Kalidasa, Indian poet

Look to this day!For it is life, the very life of life.In its brief courseLie all the verities and realities of your existence: The bliss of growth; The glory of action; The splendor of achievement; For yesterday is but a dream,And tomorrow is only a vision;But today, well lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,And every tomorrow a vision of hope.


Hope - rituals have always given us the illusion of control over our chaotic lives. Raise a flag to underscore your sense of patriotism, fly a kite, plant seeds and care for the fledgling plants, decorate eggs, organize a picnic at a nearby park or create an altar with nature’s bounty where you may dream your future with guided meditations and visualizations. Walk the nearest beach and find a stone that resonates with you. Meditate on the meaning that stone has in your life and carry it with you to remind yourself of your intention for change – whatever you have decided that change to be.

One Boxing Day, I was invited to partake in a sweat lodge ritual with a shaman near my community. Honoring a higher power than ourselves involved creating sacred prayer bundle offerings containing tobacco, sweetgrass and sage, to dedicate during the ritual and sharing in a meal afterward. The atmosphere of safety and comfort allowed for the sharing of what each person was grateful for as well as what aspects of each person’s life needed healing. The calm, soothing environment with the steam created from water poured on the hot rocks cleansed skin and spirit. The tea made from fresh cedar boughs was delicious and nourishing. Anxiety, stress and distraction gave way to a sense of peace and healing. I left the space feeling uplifted and ready for positive change in my life.

Floating on water – what a feeling of complete peacefulness. I feel so lucky to be able to just float in a swimming pool for hours if I choose. Looking up at the celestial blue sky with wisps of clouds floating by must facilitate healing, after all how close it must be to the safety and comfort of the womb. Time stands still when the mind is cleared of all but the sensation of floating. No swimming pool available? Create the same sense of floating in your bath tub surrounded by candlelight.

One of the most useful ways to heal yourself, I have found, is the customization of mantras to have meaning for you. For instance, a couple of years ago, I was diagnosed with Frontal Fibrosing Alopecia, a type of scarring hair loss. I had lost my eyebrows, leg and arm hair and was noticing much loss on my scalp. It is possible that I could lose it all. My hair at one time was very thick so this was devastating news. Knowing this is psychologically difficult to say the least, I decided that a mantra would help me through. Daily I say to myself: “I am not my hair.” You know that is a true statement and it has helped me gain perspective and to focus on what is important in my life.

We can gather together to place our worries or concerns into a burden basket, a physical receptacle that is an adaptation of an Apache custom or take part in a burning bowl ceremony. Using gemstones, the centuries old practice of yoga, moving meditations like Tai Chi, flower arranging, or subscribing to an uplifting quote a day app, we can wash away trauma, whatever the cause, through meaningful rituals.

None of us are our diseases, our losses, our trauma or our suffering. We are stronger than we know, and daily rituals help us to hold ourselves together when times are tough. Building our inner resilience is essential as we move forward and become the people we are meant to be contributing as best we can to make our world a better place.







Marilyn Dion
Life-Cycle Celebrant®













Founded in 2001, the Celebrant Foundation & Institute (CF&I) is an educational nonprofit headquartered in Montclair, NJ dedicated to educating and certifying personalized ceremony professionals called Life-Cycle Celebrants®. CF&I's college-level, Life-Cycle Celebrant® certification program is taught live, on-line via an interactive format by seasoned Celebrant faculty members. The coursework is offered in several languages and Celebrants hail from countries throughout the world.
Life-Cycle Celebrants® are masterfully trained in the art of ritual and ceremony. They are skilled ceremony officiants who perform and co-create customized ceremonies for weddings, funerals and other life events that reflect the needs, beliefs, and values of the people they are honoring. As professionals, Life-Cycle Celebrants® abide by a code of ethics, a nondiscrimination policy, and many become Celebrant Alumni Association Members committed to continually improving their knowledge and skill.
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Friday, January 25, 2019

The Celebrant Troubadour: 10 Tips for Meaningful Mentoring to Empower Others...

The Celebrant Troubadour: 10 Tips for Meaningful Mentoring to Empower Others...: 10 Tips for Meaningful Mentoring to Empower Others:   do you have what it takes? By  Marilyn Dion  It’s January and here we all ar...
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Power of Mentoring: Creating Strong Successful Individuals – Assisting Dream Fulfillment

Power of Mentoring:   Creating Strong Successful Individuals – Assisting Dream Fulfillment


By Celebrant Marilyn Dion 

It’s January and here we all are with a clean slate. There are 365 days ahead of us that are chock full of possibility… a lot of responsibility! Resolutions are fresh on our minds with nowhere to go but up. How will we spend these days? Will we live up to our full potential? Will we help others live up to theirs? Like the tutor Mentor, of Greek mythology, some of us will choose to be a mentor to others this year.

If you are like me, you want to be the best mentor you can be. What is a mentor and how does a mentor differ from a coach? Let’s begin by clarifying the similarities and differences between mentoring and coaching. Each gives valuable developmental support. Mentoring offers high-level guidance for long-term development whereas coaching helps in more targeted areas for immediate improvement.

There is something about mentoring, that two-way transfer of powerful life-changing energy, that empowers not just the mentee but the mentor. Mentoring has a powerful positive effect on our world.

No matter what you do, you can be a mentor to others. It does not have to be official, part of an organization or even officially recognized as mentoring. Taking the time to be interested and care for people in your community is an excellent starting point. 

A good parent is a mentor to their child by supporting their growth and development long term. Every parent and every adult was a kid once, right? We know the way; we have made our mistakes and enjoyed our successes.

The same is true with those who have been in an occupation or profession for a while. We have survived meltdowns, overcome hurdles, and have discovered what works and what doesn’t. Now we feel it is time to give back and to offer a hand up and share our hard-earned wisdom. I believe there are 10 requirements that are necessary to become a mentor who is most valuable to the advancement of their mentee:

  1. To be a mentor is that you must care; care about the person and care about what you are sharing with them. You must have heart.
  2. You must have a positive attitude. You must focus on the good. See the good, the value in someone and tease out those important traits that help an individual move forward in their life.
  3. You must recognize that it is a two-way street. You must understand that in spite of your expertise and years of experience, that you do not know it all. That the mentee has much to offer you. That you will be learning yourself until your last breath – and maybe even after that!
  4. You must have a cheerleader instinct; handing out deserved praise liberally. It is important to understand the best way to give that praise in order to have the most powerful impact upon a person’s development. When I regularly attended Toastmasters, an organization of mentors who assist individuals who want to be better speakers, one of the things that was done after each person had a turn speaking on a given topic, was a written critique. It was done in such a gentle, nurturing manner. I call it the sandwich approach. A positive point, a growth point and a positive point. Never criticize the individual but talk about the talk, in this case. This is the best way, in my opinion, for someone to learn by doing. I try to keep this simple procedure in mind when making comments to anyone where my role is to help them grow. 
  5. You must be practical and logical; you see the steps to be taken, the timeline to be followed, and know how to share your knowledge effectively. You can share different perspectives successfully.
  6. You must be a good teacher; you lead by example showing your way but encouraging new thought, thinking outside the box, and thinking for oneself.
  7. You must have an open door policy; you must be available. I don’t mean hourly, or daily or even weekly but reasonably when your mentee has a question or cause for concern. Your job is not to be involved in the day to day life of an individual but to be the guide. Consider how the potter’s hands are there to keep the clay from spinning off the wheel, but it is the wheel that turns and does the work. Without the guiding hands, the clay would go off on some tangent and the end result would be chaos.
  8. You must be analytical; you must see the ability and talent hidden within someone and assist in revealing it to him or her. You must be able to break down advice into small digestible bites and present them in a logical, memorable manner. Doing so helps the mentee navigate the path ahead of them and overcome challenges.
  9. You must be willing to share your resources – books that you have found helpful, people that have valuable insight to share, and introductions to other helpful contacts. Mentees need more than one role model and more than one voice of wisdom to prepare them for what lies ahead.
  10. You must have the ability to be supportive, especially at crucial times. When things get tough and the mentee is discouraged, a good mentor will express the words that push the mentee to pick themselves up, brush themselves off and carry on. The mentor assures the mentee that they matter.

Mentoring is like the gardening of new leaders. Mentors protect the seeds from disillusionment and prepare them for growth, they fertilize the minds for positive thinking and they water the thinking with pearls of wisdom and drops of advice. They apply the sunshine of truly listening and gentle pushes to harvest.

By sharing experiences with integrity, beautiful relationships built on a foundation of trust and understanding are built. Bringing out the best in others is what makes our world a better place.


There have been people in my life who have had a profound impact. When my youngest child was born, I saw an ad for a museum curator. It sounded wonderful to me – right up my alley. I didn’t have experience in that field but I recognized that I had the transferable skills required and a willingness to learn. The Board who interviewed me saw my potential and after hiring me, appointed a mentor. She was amazing and tutored me in all the areas of museum management and pointed me to the educational certification I would need to do the job properly. I was like a sponge and she was available when I had questions. I had great respect for my mentor and will never forget how her gentle instructions and guidance enabled me to be up and running as a professional in the field. 

If I can have even a tiny impact on the motivation of each newbie Life Cycle Celebrant®, or someone considering this type of work, then I’m honoured to have the privilege!






Marilyn Dion of Woven Words Ceremonies is a licensed minister and certified Life-Cycle Celebrant®, specifically trained by the Celebrant Foundation and Institute. Experienced in writing and performing personalized weddings and memorials, she creates beautiful one of a kind ceremonies focused on her clients’ life story or love story that respects and reflects her clients’ values, style and beliefs. Her background is in sales, property management, public relations, insurance and business administration as well as extensive volunteer experience. She serves the CF&I Association as the Canada East Mentor and Facilitator.




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Life-Cycle Ceremonies: A Handbook for Your Whole Life 


How do you commemorate momentous events? Memorialize people who have shaped you?
Draw support from those you hold dear? This primer offers methods for honoring the special occasions in your life with humor and grace. Its ceremonies help ground each day in the wholeness that supports our entire lives. Each ceremony has been vetted by a certified Life-Cycle Celebrant® affiliated with the Celebrant Foundation and Institute, which offers training and support for celebrants worldwide. Visit us at www.celebrantInstitute.org.


















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Friday, December 28, 2018

Professional Wedding Celebrant

By Marilyn Dion, Life-Cycle Celebrant


Why have a professional Wedding Celebrant officiate your wedding instead of: your cousin Charlie, your beautician or someone you found on the internet who “does weddings”
These lyrics written by Jason Mraz have been used in countless wedding ceremonies - “Well open up your mind and see like me….Look into your heart and you'll find the sky is yours…This, oh this, this is our fate, I'm yours.” And, Mraz says that “anytime someone uses one of my songs for anything – a ceremony or a sacred moment – that, to me, is a high honour.”
Writing a completely custom ceremony based on a personal love storyis also considered a high honour for your region’s certified Life Cycle Celebrants® trained by the Celebrant Foundation & Institute. The boring, yawn-type, traditional, cookie-cutter, fill-in-the-blank ceremonies are done by the run-of-the-mill average officiate out there. Then there are the truly bad ones - you know what I am talking about, officiates who ramble on about their religious viewpoints in a drab monotone for what seems like an eternity or perhaps talk mainly aboutdivorcein the middle of a wedding ceremony!
Most couples want everything about their day to be perfect including the very foundation and reason for the day, the Ceremony. They need someone they can trust. Couples want someone who can write and deliver just the right words and in just the right way – every word approved in advance. Ceremony encompassing words and ritual that is a perfect reflection of who they are and what it means for them to be marrying each other – ceremony everyone will be talking about at the reception in a positive way. Ceremony that shines a light of significance over their story is ceremony that touches hearts. By the skillful use of words and ritual ceremony speaks forthe couple and tothem, their family and guests.
Certified Life-Cycle Celebrants®are listeners, performers, writers, speakers, and co-creators rolled into unique modern-day experts who bring their ‘A’ game to every ceremony. They have studied many world religions, rituals and ceremony creation and know how to honour the common threads in people’s beliefs. They create sacred space reflecting their client’s beliefs and values, not necessarily their own. They are passionate about the rites of passage and transitions that human beings celebrate and are serious about their calling. They set aside any personal agendas, validating only their clients journey and love that has brought them together to a moment in time.
When a ceremony is written like a play, with all its complexities, including stage directions, props required and cues to professional participants like musicians, venue coordinator and sound engineer, that ceremony will be professional. Observers will feel the tone meant to be relayed, feel that even tiny unforeseen mistakes are endearments.
When I spoke with the father of the Celebrant movement in Australia and the founder of the International Federation of Celebrants about twelve years ago, Dally Messenger III inspired me to take up the torch and help pioneer meaningful ceremony in Canada. He is known for saying “in every ceremony the elements of integrated beauty, music, poetry, choreography and symbolism, purposely and skillfully integrated into the ceremony’s theme, emotionally embed, imprint and sink the totality of the event into the brain, into the memory, into the psyche and most importantly into the subconscious.”
Well written and professionally and lovingly performed ceremony pulls the strings of our emotions and solidifies powerful memories, punctuation points in our life story. Ceremony reflects who we are and are a symbolic doorway to move from one phase of life to another, through endings and into beginnings.
Considering the time, effort, expertise and finished product of a love story written and woven into ceremony, certified Life Cycle Celebrants®’ fees range from $700 to $850; it may be twice the price of a run of the mill officiate who does not spend the minimum of ten working hours to co-create the ceremony with you like a Celebrant does. It is not only a bargain to choose a Celebrant but the wisest decision for celebrating a couple’s unique love story on one of the most important days of their life.
Your meaningful and personalized ceremony is not only a wonderful gift to give to each other, a gift that truly reflects the two of you at the very core, but a treasure to share on your great day with your friends and family. Also, since your “love story” has been written down, it can be read again and again and used at future anniversaries or renewal of vows or other milestone life events. Your wedding ceremony can be a gift for your children and your children’s children to understand the love and the history that brought them into being. In the words of fantasy author Terry Pratchett, “Ritual and ceremony in their due times kept the world under the sky and the stars in their courses. It was astonishing what ritual and ceremony could do.”
Do you want to find a Celebrant near you and have a conversation with them? I invite you to go to: celebrantinstitute.org and click on Choose a Celebrantand enter your region. You can review your local certified Life-cycle Celebrant’s bio and photo and speak with them about the vision you have for your ceremony.

Founded in 2001, the Celebrant Foundation & Institute (CF&I) is an educational nonprofit headquartered in Montclair, NJ dedicated to educating and certifying personalized ceremony professionals called Life-Cycle Celebrants®. CF&I's college-level, Life-Cycle Celebrant® certification program is taught live, on-line via an interactive format by seasoned Celebrant faculty members. The coursework is offered in several languages and Celebrants hail from countries throughout the world.
Life-Cycle Celebrants® are masterfully trained in the art of ritual and ceremony. They are skilled ceremony officiants who perform and co-create customized ceremonies for weddings, funerals and other life events that reflect the needs, beliefs and values of the people they are honoring. As professionals, Life-Cycle Celebrants® abide by a code of ethics, a nondiscrimination policy, and many become Celebrant Alumni Association Members committed to continually improving their knowledge and skill.
http://www.celebrantinstitute.org/?p=business







Marilyn Dion
Certified Life-Cycle Celebrant®
Serving Southwestern Ontario, Canada 

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Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Why I Did Not Attend my High School Reunion



OCTOBER 1, 2018 BY JULIE
AUTHOR: JULIE

POSTED ONOCTOBER 1, 2018

Why I Did Not Attend my High School Reunion

“If he ever lays a hand on me again, I will kill the bastard.”                                              ~ from my personal journal












This past spring, the high school I attended had a reunion to celebrate 50 years since opening its doors. I had considered attending but as the date approached, I decided that it was best that I do not. High school is often portrayed as the “best days of your life” however, I never really bought into this as it left the future looking rather bleak. For me, high school was something I had to get through so I could get on with the rest of life. There were several positive moments but for the most part, they have faded in comparison to the deep-seated rage I have carried around with me since graduating almost thirty years ago. I wish I could say my experience happened in isolation but it did not and the pervasiveness of it all is the very reason my rage persisted.
I looked forward to high school and starting this new chapter in my life. I was nervous, of course, but entered grade nine with a sense of optimism and excitement.


Grade 9



I was on the cusp of leaving childhood behind and moving full force into adolescence. I cannot remember when it happened
exactly but I know that within months of starting secondary school, there was an undercurrent of warnings that travelled through the female population of the school.  It was a well-known fact, that one particular teacher was known for being a slimeball, for lack of a better word.
Sliminess aside, he was also charismatic and connected well with his students. He spoke to us on a level that made us feel grown up and he was relaxed when it came to getting our schoolwork done. At first, I thought he was pretty cool and I looked forward to my classes with him.
His advances began innocently enough, or at least innocent to my 15 year old mind. While walking through the halls between classes, he would stand in the doorway of his classroom and say “hello” with a wink as I walked by. This progressed into compliments about how I was dressed and then eventually he took it just a little bit further. From his desk, he would stare at me causing me to squirm with discomfort and when I would glare back at him, he would make a kissing gesture followed by a wink.
By grade 10, the sexual innuendos morphed into harassment. I recall how he would brush his hand on my breast while “helping” me with a project or put a hand on my lower back to walk by when there were three other avenues of getting from point A to point B that did not require uncomfortably close contact with my body. My firm requests for him to stop this behaviour seemed to entice him even more. I assume he persisted because I was a challenge to him. I was outspoken and had no problem telling him to keep his hands off of me. But the more I asked him to stop, the more he sought me out.
Other female students openly talked about what a “perv” he was and how frustrating it was to have to deal with his constant harassment. I recall sharing my situation with a friend who was ten years older than me and she shared that nine years earlier, as a student at the same high school, she, too, dealt with the very same thing. I was puzzled as to how this teacher could get away with this for so many years.
Still, he was a popular teacher and very much liked by his students. Although, he seemed to pay particular attention to his female students, there were also male students whom he befriended. They were the ones who excelled in the topic he taught. A select group of both male and female students were part of the ‘in’ group that got invited to intimate “gatherings” he would host at his house. Although he continued to harass me on a daily basis, I was never invited to these gatherings. I suspect he realized what a risk that would be. There were rumours that he had special ‘relationships’ with certain female students. It was common knowledge amongst the students that one young woman in particular was his “girlfriend.” She wasn’t the only one, though. I knew of other students who believed that he actually loved them and that after graduation, he would keep his promise of whisking them away to live happily ever after.
In the days leading up to my 16th birthday, things came to a head when he entered the classroom,  put his arm around my waist (as he often did), resting his hand on my hip and pressing his body against mine, and asked me to take a seat. I stood there in front of the class and told him to take his hand off of me. He did not. Instead, he asked me, again, to take a seat. I stood my ground and again, told him that I wasn’t moving until he took his hand off of me. By this time, the other students’ eyes were fixed on us. Again, he told me to take a seat and when I refused to be seated until he removed his hand from my body, he threatened to send me to the principal’s office. In a blinding rage, I headed out to the hallway where I called my mom to tell her what had happened. When I got home, my father had already made arrangements to meet with him the following Monday.
“Tomorrow, I will finally end this nightmare with Mr. _______. Mom, dad and I are going to meet with him and the principal.  The bastard sent me to the office on Friday because I told him to keep his goddamn hands off of me and to quit calling me ‘Sweetheart, Dear, Sweetie and Honey.’ I just want it to stop. He is becoming such a pervert. The school won’t do anything until a girl is emotionally damaged for the rest of her life. He has gone too far this time. But I am still scared to do this. It has gone on for so long and there hasn’t been one girl who has spoken out so I guess I gotta do it if I ever want it to stop. It has to stop.” ~ from my personal journal 
 As it turned out, my dad met with him one-on-one. I wish I could say that my dad beat the scum out of this teacher and that all of the girls he ever harassed (assaulted) came forward and he spent the rest of his life in prison but that is not how this story unfolds. He was flippant and told my dad that he treated all of his students the same way and that I was just overly sensitive. My dad made it very clear that if there were any more “issues,” he would be going to his superiors. When he returned home that evening, my dad told me that I would be moved to the back of the class and that I should have no more problems. I was devastated.
I returned to school the next day, found my seat in the back of the room and faced this teacher’s sarcastic comments made in front of the class about my “sensitivity.” I was shamed and humiliated which only fueled my rage. By the time June rolled around, I learned that I had received an award in the subject he taught. To this day, I am not certain why I attended the awards night. I remember walking on stage, shaking his hand and then walking into the hallway for a photo op where he firmly placed his arm around my waist. Somewhere within the vast collection of high school photos is a shot of me with a forced smile and gritted teeth.
By the time I was 17 years old, a woman I babysat for thought it would be helpful for me to speak with a social worker.  I met with the social worker a couple of times over coffee and I shared my frustrations about home and school life. My parents had separated the year before and had recently reconciled. I also told her about my continued anger with this particular teacher. I recall how she had considered involving the police but there wasn’t sufficient evidence to do so.  As it stood, I was the only one talking and so my allegations were kept in a file at Family & Children Services in the case that someone else came forward. My file was closed a couple of months later and remained in the archives of FCS 0until recently.
Unbeknownst to me at that time, at least one other girl did come forward. She spoke to the guidance counsellor who promptly told her, “Show me the proof.” I would be willing to bet that several students came forward to school authorities with each one having their concerns shut down as quickly as the words left their mouth.
High school eventually ended and I carried this rage with me into my twenties. I secretly hoped someone would come forward to the police but it never happened. I promised that when it did happen (as I believed it was just a matter of time) that I would be the first in line to confirm their allegations. I knew I was not the first and would certainly not be the last.
Several years after graduating, I picked up a young female hitchhiker who had missed the bus. In the moments it took to drive her to the high school and with some vague prodding on my part, I learned that the girls at my old high school continued to be harassed by this male teacher. He was still a creep. Still a predator.
It wasn’t until 24 years after my graduation when I caught up with an old friend from high school that I understood how he got away with what he did. My friend had been part of the “in” group that attended the gatherings at his house.  I wanted to talk with her about why no one ever came forward and why to this day, several former students continued to be friends with him. She told me, quite matter-of-factly, that he hadn’t done anything wrong. They (the students who were minors) made the choice to go to his gatherings and to consume the booze and drugs he freely offered. And, she maintained, they made the choice to engage in the sexual escapades that he orchestrated. As she shared the details and defended her “choices,” I felt the familiar rage rise up in me once again. The reality of what went on was far worse than my imaginings as a teenager.
How could anyone think any of this was okay? But in that moment of disclosure by my friend, I realized that in order to survive, she had convinced herself that it was perfectly normal and consensual for a minor to have sex with a high school teacher. Facing the fact that she was a victim of a predator would be far too devastating. Besides, they were flattered to be invited and had fun hanging out at his home. He wasn’t stupid. He relied on the shame that was at the core of every girl he preyed upon to keep anyone from ever talking about it.
Although I walked away relatively unscathed, this time of my life took a deep, emotional toll on me. I spent my twenties questioning my judgement, my self-worth and my ability to trust my intuition. I often blamed myself for being “too sensitive.” I have survived sexual assaults in my life that were far worse than his inappropriate touching and yet I spent almost three decades harbouring rage towards this person and about that time in my life.
I now understand that it had little to do with what was done to me. It was rooted in what wasn’t done to stop this predator in his tracks.  It had more to do with what I knew he was doing to other girls who perhaps did not have family support or a voice to come forward. My rage came down to the simple fact that I was helpless and he was allowed to carry on for years without anyone stopping it. I had spoken up in a time long before the #metoo and #timesup movement. I am certain there were others (in positions of power) who knew what he was doing but chose to turn a blind eye.  Over the years, I have wondered how things could have been done differently. Anytime I spoke about that time of my life, my body would tremble. The rage ran so deep that my body expressed it when emotionally I was unable to. I have often looked forward to a day when it all comes crumbling down for him.
As I move towards my 50’s, I wish to put this to rest once and for all. Decades of carrying around old rage is long enough. By writing this piece, I am giving a voice to my 16 year old self who so desperately needed to be heard by those who were in a position to do something. More importantly, I write it for all of the young women who were silenced and shamed into believing it was their fault. I want them to know that it was never their fault. When they could not feel their rage, I carried enough for all of us.
By sharing this publicly, I hope that it reaches all of the women impacted by the actions and words of this one teacher and that they are validated in the knowledge that they were not alone nor did they do anything wrong.
Eventually, he retired and many years later I passed by him in a shopping mall. After he did a double take, he scuttled away like a cockroach does when you shine a spotlight on them. I suppose you could say he got away with decades of harassing, preying on and abusing his young female students.
I suspect and hope that he suffers every single day with unrelenting, suffocating anxiety knowing that outspoken, feisty girls grow into outspoken, feisty women who never, ever forget.
 Afterword
I wrote this piece in February of 2018. Since then it has been shared with the social worker whom I saw as a teenager, with the Director of our local women’s sexual assault centre, with an OPP constable who deals with historic sexual abuse/ assault and with a criminal law lawyer. The details of this piece have been purposely kept vague.
Writing this piece and sharing it with people in positions of power has validated and eased my rage. It is my wish that by telling my story, even one woman is helped. Giving a voice to our anger, our regret, our grief and our shame is terrifying yet freeing. Stifled emotions will eventually find a way to be expressed. If you recognize yourself in this piece, there is help available to you. I have provided resources below for this region but these resources exist everywhere:

© 2018 Julie Keon

This one woman is a lot of things:
  • A mother to one daughter who is medically fragile (life-limiting cerebral palsy)
  • A wife to one man who is exceptional (I wouldn’t be married otherwise)
  • A professional Life-Cycle Celebrant specializing in one-of-a-kind, meaningful ceremony for the entire life cycle (hatching,  matching, dispatching and everything in between)
  • The author of, “What I Would Tell You~ One Mother’s Adventure with Medical Fragility” which was re-released in a revised and expanded edition in December 2017
  • A former birth and postpartum doula, childbirth educator, breastfeeding counsellor and belly caster who has migrated to the other end of the life span as a funeral celebrant, death educator and community deathcare advocate.
I express myself best through writing and I often have lots to say. This blog gives me the opportunity to share my ponderings to prevent congestion in my head and heart. I also offer this space to any woman who wishes to share a story that they are tired of carrying around. It can be posted anonymously if this feels safest. Send me an email if you want to share something here.

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Some things just cannot be learned through medical books or research papers. Beautiful and brave, Julie's sagacity has perfectly blended with high levels of emotional intelligence to create an enlightening and very inspiring book. A rare must read for families going through this journey and a promising reference for healthcare professionals. --VĂ¢nia Oliveira, Neonatal Nurse & Researcher, London-U.K.

Julie Keon has written the quintessential must-read guidebook for parents of children with disabilities. She mines her own complex care parenting experience to speak the unspeakable and reflect on the unthinkable. In doing so, Keon offers the reader a hand of friendship and compassion. Julie Keon is a professional life-cycle celebrant - her daily bread is made mentoring people through marriage, birth and death. It's this career that helps the author present a clear-eyed view of tragedy and triumph, joy and despair. Her wise and companionable prose will help any parent of a child with disabilities to learn that by making peace with grief and uncertainty, there is ample room for joy and pride. This is a life-changing and life-affirming book for all parents of complex children as well as those who love and support them. --Donna Thomson, mother, author of The Four Walls of My Freedom: Lessons I've Learned from a Life of Caregiving.


Julie's book is an essential guide for families with medically fragile children. It validates their experience, recognizes their resilience, helps break the silence and reduces the isolation that many families experience throughout this rewarding yet challenging journey. It is also a must-read for anyone working with these families in hospitals, in rehabilitation environments, and on school and community health teams. Julie's story raised my awareness and helped me become a more effective health care leader. It is a transformational tool that leads to a deeper understanding of the experience of families with medically fragile children, resulting greater compassion, stronger empathy and the potential for improved capacity to support them. --Chantal Krantz, RN, MScN, Manager,  Connected Care, Children s Hospital of Eastern Ontario and Ottawa Children's Treatment Centre






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