The Summer Solstice is the longest day of the year, the one day where the world – or least this half of it – gets the very most minutes of sunlight. I worship the sun, so needless to say, it’s one of my favorite holidays.
It’s an especially wonderful holiday here in Santa Barbara, where our entire city celebrates (on the closest Saturday) with a huge parade and a massive party that spans multiple parks across multiple blocks. Santa Barbara is an odd place, ’cause despite all the wealth and luxury and bling bling bling, the city’s real roots are pure 100% American-made hippie. SB was a hotbed of activism back in the 60s, and even before that the city was host to some of the most formative figures of the beatnik generation. All that’s to say, Santa Barbara totally has a secret freak flag. And on Solstice, oh how that flag does fly!
After the parade passes, everyone just piles into the street to follow along, becoming part of the procession. The march goes on until we reach the parks, where there’s food and live music and dancing and drum circles and vendors and weirdos and costumes and half naked people and more-than-half-naked people (because that’s what it’s really all about, right hippies?!) and bubbles and silliness and children and love and a general explosion of worship for the lightness and the brightness and the sun!
We stayed at the park until after 5, and made the long trek home on foot. From there we met back up with Damian, for a BBQ at his house with a bunch of friends. We grilled veggie burgers and tons of FarMar vegetables, but Waits was exhausted and we called it quits around dusk. He fell asleep on the ride home.
Blessings to you and yours, I hope you enjoyed the peak of photons and I wish for you a beautiful transition into these darker days. Ebb and flow, ebb and flow . . .