SALTKEEPER: Litha – A Solstice of Sunflowers and Soft Power

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The longest day of the year isn’t just sunlight,

it’s legacy… memory… and permission to burn slow.

This time, it landed during a chapter I’m still writing… new roots by the sea, and another summer solstice wedding anniversary, stitched into the magic fabric of my family’s quilt.

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What is Litha?

Also known as Midsummer, Litha is the summer solstice… the moment the sun hangs high and still.

In Celtic, Norse, and folk traditions, this was a time for bonfires, flower crowns, and ocean offerings.

A day to honor the full bloom of life, the height of growth, and the threshold before the return to dark.

But I didn’t need myth or calendar to tell me this day was sacred.

I’ve always felt it in the dirt, in the heat, in the way the light lingers like a promise.

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My Litha.. 2025 style..

I started the morning on the water, kayaking through stillness so complete it felt like floating inside a dream.

Then it was time to prep for a lil Litha Feast. Sunflowers, fresh local foods.. chef’s kiss.

I’m currently building a little solstice platter of fresh caught crab dip, local honey, and whatever the land has to offer. Leaving an offering for the gulls and sea is a nice touch… a quiet thank you.

As the day stretches on, we will spin 1989 (Taylor’s Version) and Folklore from the dock, while the little fire burns into the night.

No script, no circle, no declarations… just presence. Smoke in our hair, soft silence between us, the kind that feels like forever.

Bonus: I wore Vacation’s After Sun Gel perfume for the second time today. It’s fresh aloe and sea salt, the scent of warmed skin and memory. And tomorrow, we’ll head to the farmers market to refill what we’ve used. That, too, is part of the ritual.

🌊 Why It Matters

I don’t celebrate because of tradition,

I celebrate because I survived another season.

Because I love someone who shines like sunflowers and knows when to sit in sacred silence.

Because I still believe in joy, soft power, and natures natural promises of consistency.

“Salt air.. and the rust on your door. I never needed anything more.” – Taylor Swift

This is what Litha looks like in my world…

sunlit, salt stung, rooted…

.. and still blooming. 😘