Seekers

My little abode is a little less brighter today. You see, yesterday I packed away all of the Christmas decorations. Down came the tree with its multitudes of decorations, all glittery and wonderfully themeless. Down came the stockings and garland. Down came the wreaths and all the tchotchkes. Most importantly, down came all of the lights that added some extra sparkle to the tiny house.

It was time. Yesterday marked the Feast of Epiphany, the celebration of the three gifts that were given to the baby Jesus from those wise seekers from the East. And while tradition states there were three wise men because three gifts were given (and also names the these three Magi), I have often wondered if there were more in the group.

But that’s a blog post for another time and another day.

The wise men, kings, Magi, whatever you want to call them were seekers, traveling to find what this star lead to, not knowing if they would be received well but going nevertheless. They brought gold for a king, myrrh for a healer, and frankincense for a deity. They were seeking whatever the story was supposed to be, following a star in the sky that other seekers just plainly seemed to ignore. And they gifted their gifts of royalty, healing and divination to a child who by this point was likely a toddler instead of a babe in a manger outside of an inn in Bethlehem.

The Magi took a journey that for them was probably just as unexpected as those little gifts were to the child and Mary and Joseph.

I recently took an unexpected trip, one I was not planning on spending the money on. I spent a whirlwind weekend flying to and from Pennsylvania in November, attending the funeral of the man who married my eldest maternal aunt, my Uncle Mark. My visit was planned so quick that I didn’t have time to properly notify all of my family, so I surprised a number of cousins and another aunt at the funeral. And that trip was full of surprises for me as well. As I was greeting family, several of them thanked me for these very writings and the photos I post on my other social medias and even the cards that I write. These were family members telling me they were proud of me for just being me and doing what I am doing. It was a humbling experience, but a much welcome and unexpected gift nevertheless.

Sometimes we need those journeys though to help us find our way. We need the new perspectives of others to show us that we do matter, that what we do is important and that we need to keep going and find that story. Sometimes, we need to take a chance and step out of our comfort zone, seeking to bring our joy and hope and light and love and peace and magic wherever we go, even if we aren’t sure if the gifts will be fully welcomed.

I purposely choose the title of Seeker for some of the protagonists in my Portals Series. Solilune of Delphian is the first to reclaim the title of Portal Seeker from his maligned ancestor, shaping the role into that which it was intended when magic was created long, long ago. He seeks magic as one of his primary powers, but he also seeks love and acceptance, joy and hope, and a peace that he can only find when he truly embraces his position. He is a seeker of adventure and of stories. But most importantly, because he holds wisdom as one of his magics, he also is a seeker of knowledge, just as those Magi long ago.

**A little tangent and a shameless self-promotion plug here – You can read Solilune’s story if you are interested in the novel Portal Seeker…. and as I have mentioned before, all of my novels, while connected, can be read as standalones!**

May we carry the wisdom to pursue what matters. May we seek new journeys and new perspectives to keep going, no matter who we are and what we do. And may we learn that we don’t always have to accept the way things are but trust ourselves to step out once and awhile to seek out those new stories as we continue to bring love and light, joy and hope, peace and magic to those who need it most.

Even though all of the decorations are down and the house seems a little empty, it is still full of all those wonderful gifts received. The two wise men Christmas cards we received are over the doors to my abode for the year to bring abundance as an old family tradition states. The lights may be packed away in a box in the basement, but they will shine brightly again. And the magic that was sought and the appreciation that was given remains tucked away in my heart and head, having found places in my own story as I bring that same magic to others, even when I least expect to.

Stay magical, friends.

Write your own story.

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