How to Honour the Summer Solstice Celtic Celebration Without Summoning a Goat (Again)

(Everlie’s sardonic survival guide to the Summer Solstice)

Let’s Get Lit (But Not Literally, Please)

So you want to honour the Summer Solstice Celtic celebration—but you don’t own a flower crown, you’re fresh out of goats, and your tolerance for group chanting tops out around namaste and no thank you. Good news: you don’t need to cosplay as a woodland sprite or summon ancient fire spirits with an Etsy wand. The solstice is about connection—to the sun, to the earth, and if you’re anything like me, to your own chaos. And trust me, the sun has seen worse.

Whether you’re pagan-curious, witch-adjacent, or just someone who feels weirdly spiritual when sunlight hits your coffee just right, there’s a way to celebrate that doesn’t involve ritual cosplay or lighting anything on fire. Probably. Unless you’re me in 2020.

Wait, What Is the Summer Solstice Again?

Here’s the science bit, so you can sound impressive at brunch: the Summer Solstice is the longest day of the year, when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky and then politely starts heading back toward winter, like a party guest who knows when to leave. It usually falls around June 20th–22nd in the Northern Hemisphere and marks the peak of light, life, and Leo season foreplay.

On the Celtic Wheel of the Year, this fire-soaked festival is known as Litha, or Alban Hefin if you prefer your ancient words Welsh and unpronounceable. It’s a time when the sun is at full strength, crops are growing, animals are mating, and everyone’s a little too sweaty for hugging.

How the Ancients Did It (Spoiler: Not with Pinterest Boards)

Long before your local co-op started selling organic honey with solstice blessings on the label, ancient Celts gathered on hilltops and set giant bonfires to honour the sun. They danced, feasted, made offerings, and probably got just drunk enough to yell “SUN’S OUT, DRUIDS OUT!” without shame.

These celebrations weren’t about aesthetic perfection—they were about survival, community, and giving thanks that your livestock hadn’t all dropped dead yet. Fire was central, believed to strengthen the sun’s power, protect the harvest, and occasionally set someone’s beard on fire.

The Oak King vs. The Holly King (Two Bros, One Crown)

Let’s take a brief detour into mythic metaphor, shall we?

According to one version of Celtic-inspired seasonal lore, the solstice marks the climactic showdown between two mythical rivals: the Oak King and the Holly King. The Oak King rules from Yule to Litha (winter solstice to summer), growing stronger as the days lengthen. But come summer solstice, the Holly King rises and defeats him, ushering in the gradual shortening of days until Yule, when the Oak King takes the crown back.

It’s the ultimate seasonal custody battle.

Is this myth historically accurate? Not even a little. Is it emotionally satisfying to imagine two stubbly nature bros sword-fighting in the forest over who gets to dim the lights? Absolutely.

Personally, I like to imagine them as exes who co-own a seasonal Airbnb called “Earth.” One of them is always repainting the kitchen in warm tones while the other threatens to redecorate it in frost.

Everlie’s Cautionary Fire Tale

When I was just starting to dip my toe into my pagan heritage—suburbia, 2007—I tried to honour the solstice with a humble backyard candle ceremony. I set up a circle of tea lights in repurposed tuna cans (witchcraft meets frugality), lit them at dusk, and sat quietly on my deck feeling vaguely magical.

Then our nosy neighbour across the fence decided this was clearly the opening act of Satanic Panic: The Suburban Years and called the fire department.

I saw the truck coming down the street—flashing lights, siren, the whole performance—and panicked about a bylaw fine. I grabbed the flaming cans with salad tongs, sprinted inside, dumped them into the bathtub, and doused them with water. Success. No ticket.

The house smelled like scorched tuna and panic for a solid month. Spiritually? 10/10. Aesthetic-wise? Needs work.

Not Just the Celts: Indigenous Summer Ceremonies

While the Celts were doing their sunlit thing across the ocean, Indigenous peoples here on Turtle Island were also honouring the solstice—deeply, meaningfully, and in ways that are still sacred today.

For many First Nations—like the Anishinaabe, Blackfoot, Lakota, and others—the longest day of the year represents balance, gratitude, and renewal. Ceremonies often include fasting, prayer, song, dance, and offerings to the Creator or the land itself.

The Sun Dance, still practiced today by many Plains cultures, is one of the most powerful spiritual events in North America. It involves days of preparation, physical sacrifice, and deep spiritual devotion. It’s not a photo-op. It’s not a “festival.” It’s a covenant. And it deserves deep respect.

Before adapting anything, learn whose land you’re on here.

How People Celebrate Now (Besides Posting a Sunset on Instagram)

Modern solstice celebrations are a glorious mixed bag of intention, trend-following, and low-level chaos. You’ll find everything from:

• Wiccan and Druidic rites in full regalia
• Ecstatic dance circles, often with questionable rhythm
• “Sun Salutation” yoga pop-ups that end in mimosa brunch
• Backyard BBQs with someone muttering “it’s about abundance” while burning veggie burgers

I once hosted a “midsummer potluck ritual” that devolved into wine, cheese, and gossip while my altar candles slowly melted onto a plate of gluten-free brownies. It wasn’t traditional, but it was honest. And that’s the energy we’re going for here.

Low-Key Ways to Celebrate When You’re Spiritually Exhausted and Socially Tapped Out

Let’s be honest: not all of us are feeling up to a full ceremonial hoo-ha. If your inner mystic is burnt out and your outer self is held together by dry shampoo and sarcasm, here are a few ways to mark the solstice without needing a drum circle or legal representation:

✨ Solo Rituals That Don’t Suck

• Sit outside at sunrise or sunset. Just breathe. No chanting required.
• Write a list of everything you’ve cultivated in your life this year—skills, relationships, boundaries—and thank the sun for the growth.
• Make sun tea with herbs you love. Add lemon. Add intentions. Maybe add gin. You’re the ritual.
• If you’re looking for ritual ideas to do with kids, Nova shares a new ritual with us every week on the Backcountry Mystic socials.

🔥 Backyard Offerings (That Won’t Alert the Authorities)

• Light a single candle and whisper something honest. That’s enough.
• Lay out an offering of flowers, fruit, or herbs to decompose into the earth. Bonus: no cleanup.
• Stand barefoot on the grass. Feel the ground. Try not to think about ants.

🌿 Small Group Celebrations (Without the Performance Anxiety)

• Invite one or two trusted weirdos to eat outside, share intentions, and maybe laugh-cry about how far you’ve come.
• Do something sensory: make a solstice playlist, bake bread, roast marshmallows, or just stargaze under the late sky.
• Let it be imperfect. The point isn’t performance. The point is presence.

🕯️ Solstice for the Grieving, Disillusioned, or Just Plain Tired

Some years, the light doesn’t feel like a blessing. Maybe you’ve lost someone. Maybe you’re deep in burnout. Maybe the “sunshine and gratitude” vibe feels like spiritual gaslighting.

If that’s you—light a candle and let yourself feel all of it. Don’t push joy. Just mark the turning. Sit with the sun as it pauses in the sky and remember: even the brightest days eventually soften. And you’re allowed to soften with them.

Final Thoughts: The Sun Rises Either Way

You don’t need an altar that looks like a magazine spread. You don’t need linen robes or ancient bloodlines. You don’t even need to believe in anything beyond the fact that seasons change and you’re still here.

Maybe that’s the point of the solstice: to pause at the height of life and ask yourself—what am I growing? What am I burning away? What am I ready to release before the days shorten again?

This year, I’m not lighting tuna cans. I’m sitting with my feet in the grass, my kid’s glitter in my hair, and a quiet resolve not to run from the light—or the shadow it casts.

So shine on, you awkward mystic. The sun doesn’t care how graceful you are. It just keeps rising.

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💜 Everlie