🌟 Wise Men/Women Still Seek Him

🕯️ Yes, I Still Celebrate — Just Not Like Before

A Message from My Heart to Yours This Season

To a dear, sweet Soul Sister who recently sent me a beautiful Christmas card —I SEE YOU.I HONOR YOU.I ADORE YOU. And your card was received with deep love. 💌

You wrote with such tenderness, and I could feel the quiet wonder in your words:

“I wasn’t sure if you were celebrating this year… after reading your blog ‘Let’s Not Deck the Halls.’”

So, allow me to share my heart with you — and with all those who may be wondering the same.

✨ Yes, Beloved, I Celebrate

But not with tinsel, noise, pressure, or endless planning.

I do not “deck the halls” in the ways I once did. Instead, I clear the space — for stillness, for truth, for Light.

I celebrate not the hustle of the holiday, but the quiet birth of the Holy within me, within us all. Not just on December 25th… but every single day.

🌟 The Christed Awareness Is Alive in Me

I honor the Birth of the Light within —not in glitter and garland, but in consciousness, breath, and sacred pause.

🎁 I celebrate when I choose peace over noise.

🍞 I celebrate when I bless the food, no matter how simple.

🕊️ I celebrate when I forgive quickly, and love slowly.🌱

I celebrate in the Now — not just the calendar.

The old traditions still have beauty — and I bless them in others —but I have been called to something deeper… something daily.

👑 Wise Men and Women Still Seek Him

This phrase echoes in me this season:

“Wise men and women still seek the Christ.”

Not in the tinsel or the tree. Not in the carols or the chaos.

But in presence, humility, quiet devotion, and love.

So yes, I celebrate. But I do so in silence, in breath, in awareness.

This celebration doesn’t end the day after Christmas.

It lives on — because the ChrisTed Light never goes out.

💛 From My Heart to Yours

If you are celebrating with candles, cookies, music, and joy — I bless you.

If you are celebrating with stillness, quiet mornings, and a single whispered prayer — I stand with you. We are all welcome at the Table in the Garden.

To the one who wondered if I was celebrating —

Beloved, I never stopped. I only softened. I let the noise fall away, and I found the Light was already here.

🕯️ We are still celebrating —in our own way, in our own rhythm, in our Now.

With love and breath, always,

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.