Today is the fourth on the lunar calendar, a day traditionally regarded as sacred to Hermes, the day I set aside each month to honor him. I had plans to do something big for him but in the end I just couldn’t muster enough energy. I am dealing with a depression so deep and so painful that right now the only way I can get through it is by not dealing with it. But depression and I are old friends and I know that’s not a long-term solution because doing nothing just makes everything worse. So even though I couldn’t manage any of the big magical things I had planned I forced myself to get up and go make an offering to Hermes. Although I don’t have the kind of close, emotional relationship with him that I do with Dionysos and Spider he has been good to me over the years, far better than I deserve in fact. So I gave him the best that I have at the moment, the remainder of my bottle of jester absinthe (which was a sacrifice in both the ancient Greek and modern sense as I really, really liked the stuff) and some incense and spontaneous praise poetry I composed on the spot under an old gnarled tree that seemed an appropriate place to honor him. As I was standing there watching the incense burn in the dark this song came on my iPod:
You always find a way to surprise us, don’t you Hermes?