Another solstice tradition, after smudging, is passing out chunks of pomegranates as we stand around the bonfire.
In Greek mythology, teenage Persephone was abducted by her uncle Pluto. (#MeToo). She has to return every year to this forced marriage because she ate some pomegranate seeds while she was in Hades.
Since we of the North Country are "married" to winter and darkness, we eat some pomegranate seeds on solstice--perhaps to remind us of the sleeping life force within us. Perhaps to remind us that we are in solidarity with Persephone and all the #MeToo women and girls.
As Og Mandino says,
I will love the light for it shows me the way,
yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
We stood around the solstice bonfire with a crescent moon hanging low in the western sky and crystalline stars twinkling above. us.