“The magi, as you know, were wise men–wonderfully wise men–who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”
― O. Henry
A friend I considered wise once told me that the if something is truly a gift than it is something that inherently belongs to the person receiving it. In that way a true gift is more in the nature of returning something to its rightful owner, restoring a balance in a way.
If that’s so then the gift I would like to give to everyone reading this is the gift of your best self, the self that acts from your deepest purpose even when having fun. I give you the gifts of joy and bliss because those are ours inherently and of course I give you love in the deepest sense meant by the sanskrit word prem, which in effect is the love that connects all of our beings and which to my understanding is kind of the crazy glue that binds us all together.
Blessings, G
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Solstice With the Triple Goddess by G A Rosenberg
Making the Rounds by G A Rosenberg