No Day Is a Bad Day to Invite Hermês for Supper
Yesterday, our House decided to prepare a feast for Hermês for no reason other than that he deserves one. For who amongst the Immortals is dearest to Man than the fleet-footed Traveller?
This week’s outdoor altar used to be a big, fat tree. (Yes, that is a tree stump.)
And nowhere better to hold the rites than under this young mango tree …
“Let us pray with a good fire.” — Rig Veda 1.26.9
My homemade cinnamon-spiced, chocolate-covered almonds were the confection of the occasion.
But there were also French table wine and a beverage from Korea for the God of travel and trade …
… And pastries and fruit for the sweet-toothed God of graces.
If dat ass comes from all them sweets, Imma feed him more.
For who amongst the Immortals is dearest to mortal Man than four-faced Hermês who knows all directions, all roads, all ways?
Start with a good fire, end with a good fire. May we always pray with a good fire.
I thank you, Hermês, for all your awe-full and wonder-full surprises. May my work please you for ever and always, and may I always be blessed by your friendship. What more could one ask for, really?