A Celebration

… in the West of Ireland


Born in Dublin, but with very strong family connections to the West of Ireland, I now live in Ennis, Co Clare with my husband and two children. After more than fifteen years working in the human resources industry in Ireland I made a decision to take a completely different career path and become a fully qualified celebrant through the Irish Institute of Celebrants (IIOC).

Clara Gleeson
Photography by Trump International


Becoming a celebrant was always something that was of interest to me. Growing up in a family that is steeped in the hospitality industry and having attended many weddings, I always felt that I would love to work with couples and families to make their day that bit more special and really personal to them. A day that will be remembered forever.


The training I completed with the IIOC has provided me with the accreditation and practical knowledge to make this happen. If you are interested in talking to me about your upcoming ceremony, please don’t hesitate to get in touch. I would love to hear from you and work with you to make the ceremony you always dreamed about a reality.


I got married at The Armada Hotel, Spanish Point, Co. Clare in the summer of 2008. We had such fun dreaming up our unique outdoor celebration, and to see it come to fruition, with the waves crashing against the rocks and the sliver of sun smiling over us, was just perfect.


My brother Gavin played ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ on the ukulele, our good friend Lorie sang ‘Fields of Gold’, we had a selection of cool poems and I quoted Bob Dylan. What’s not to love ?


I was a secondary school English teacher at the time, one who enjoyed, and still enjoys, to do things a little bit differently. Ultimately, that is what attracted me to becoming a Celebrant; performing ceremonies with a difference.


I love being a Celebrant. I really enjoy meeting people; couples, children and families. And to help them to deliver their perfect ceremony is, quite honestly, an honour.

“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”

~ Victor Hugo