Ah, June 24th — officially Midsummer’s Day. The sun’s high, the fairies are allegedly frolicking, and ancient folklore whispers that the veil between the living and the dead is paper-thin. Naturally, I thought, “What a perfect day to get married!”
Because if there’s one thing you want on your wedding day, it’s a sprinkle of mystical energy, a dash of pagan superstition, and a portal or two to the afterlife… right?
Let’s just say the omens were right there. I just thought they were part of the quirky ambiance.
Back in the day — and by that I mean the medieval kind of “back in the day” — Midsummer’s Eve (the night before the 24th) was all about bonfires, herb collecting, and people wandering into the woods hoping to see a vision of their future spouse. Or a ghost. Or both, if they were lucky. Spoiler alert: I got the ghost after the wedding. Not quite the spooky, mysterious kind you find in storybooks — more the emotionally unavailable, financially elusive, gaslighting-in-a-human-suit type.
✨Red flags? No, darling — those were just festive Midsummer bunting!✨
Tradition says that if you place seven different flowers under your pillow on Midsummer’s Eve, you’ll dream of the one you’ll marry. I must’ve picked weeds by mistake. Daisies of delusion, nettles of narcissism, and a good strong stalk of manipulation thrown in for bouquet balance. Beautifully bound in illusion, naturally.
And let’s not forget the whole “thin veil” thing. I now realise that wasn’t just between life and death — it also applied to the difference between who he pretended to be and who he actually was. If you listen closely on a quiet June night, you might still hear echoes of “I swear I’ll change,” drifting through the Midsummer mist.
But here’s the twist — while folklore says Midsummer was a time of foretelling, it was also a time of freedom. Women were seen dancing barefoot in the fields, men were leaping over flames (not recommended unless insured), and communities celebrated life, light, and letting go.
And that’s the spirit I choose now.
So yes — my wedding anniversary lands on a magical, mystical, mischievous day of the year. And while the marriage itself may have wandered off into the twilight zone, I have reemerged, stronger, wiser, and far more entertaining at parties.
🌼 These days, I honour Midsummer not with regret, but with laughter, lemon cake, and a healthy respect for the universe’s sense of humour. 🌼
Because while some people may still believe in love potions and fairy circles, I now believe in boundaries, healing, and never ignoring your gut feeling just because someone handed you a shiny ring and a charming smile.
Happy Midsummer’s Day to all the wild hearts, survivors, and those of us who made it out of the woods — even if we danced in a circle of red flags on the way in.
💫 Here’s to reclaiming magic, one hilarious truth at a time. 💫
