Midsummer nostalgia12/06/2009

So close! The scent of blooming meadows, buzzing of insects and our singing - "līgo, līgo". A bit witchy process of searching for those special Midsummer plants and flowers; rituals, developed during centuries, turning this night into a very special event.

For many years I'm trying to remember that song, that funny melody with childish lyrics which i was always singing as a kid a day or two before summer solstice, when I was walking at hand with my parents through a forest and searching for flowers. The lyrics were something about meadow clover, dandelions and sun... It was so long time ago but every year at the same day this past memory bothers me and brings back such powerful emotions that I just can't keep them inside.

I don't want to loose it. Just as I never want to loose this one night. When everything around you becomes a bit magical, spooky, when people loose their masks and disguises, turn to nature and all of a sudden unveil that not so long ago exactly here was their real and only home.