I wanted to celebrate the Summer Solstice with reverence. You know—connect with nature, honour ancient traditions, maybe light a symbolic candle or two. What I didn’t plan on was being chased into my suburban bathtub with flaming tuna cans and salad tongs while the fire department pulled up outside. If you’ve ever felt spiritually drawn to seasonal celebration but allergic to organized woo, this one’s for you. We’re diving into the real roots of the solstice—Celtic fire festivals, Oak Kings in dramatic custody battles, Indigenous wisdom that actually makes sense—and how to honour it all without summoning your inner influencer or an accidental fire spirit.