SUMMER SOLSTICE, 2014 Last year, at the suggestion of my beau, I celebrated the summer solstice with a ritual which has officially become tradition. Burn (literally) destructive behaviors and manifest new, accompany with gratitude, self-reflection, good food and pleasing drink. This year, while I’ve evolved into a more focused and less fractured being than I was on last year’s longest day, I’m also in the midst of one of the most intense and disorienting periods of my life —