The Summer Solstice is a major festival for many. But I have a confession to make. I tried, I really did, but I am just not feeling the whole “vibe” of the summer Solstice. I hold my hands up and admit I am rather lapse in my festival worshipping woowoo. I forget dates. But, building up to the solstice,(known as Litha for many of us witchy types) I thought, this year! This is the one I am going to get on board with midsummer.
So it approached, I had plans, I had flowers, I had a plan to re-do my altar, and then it passed with not celebration. Sorry universe, i’m just not a summer person. I don’t enjoy it. I don’y like it. Combined with being extremely pale and made of Celtic stock, I suffer as soon as the temp gets above 16 Celsius, so the idea of celebrating the giant glowing ball of death in the sky just does not connect with me.
For a long time I felt guilty over this. But now, I am settled in my path and choices. I don’t believe you need to acknowledge ever festival or every holiday. Maybe I am lazy. Heck, I know I am. I work hard and love nothing more than curling up on the sofa with a good book. The universe, the divine, the all understands that and knows I tip my hat to the Majesty of the universe when I feel in the right frame of mind.
I am a autumn baby. I love harvest festivals, Halloween and the long stretch to Yule. Those are the times I come alive with excitement, festivities and fun times.
So, roll on Autumn. You wait, that’s when I get my witchy shit together and rock at festivals!