Over the years of my devotion to Hermes, he’s gotten increasingly quiet and subtle, to the point that I don’t receive any communication from him for months at a time. But every once in a while he likes to remind that he’s still watching – like today, where so far I’ve found cash in my lunchbox, got free Panera unexpectedly for lunch, and had a coworker buy me coffee.
Hail Hermes, friend of man. ❤
I have had a similar experience. When I started, he was everywhere all the time. It was blatant and obvious. I could even receive, to some extent, feelings&thoughts as communication from him. But eventually, I didn’t require handholding to keep my faith in his existence, and his communication tapered off. I can still occasionally feel his presence, and just as with you, he will occasionally send me clear signs. So I know he’s there.
I do miss the handholding, honestly. But I’m comforted by others speaking about the same pattern, because I know I have not simply fallen from his favor.
The way up, from here to there, may be closed,
But the way down, from there to here, still open
Wide enough for a slender god like Hermes
To slip from the clouds if you give your evenings
To learning about the plants under his influence,
The winged and wingless creatures, the rocks and metals,
And practice his sacred flute or dulcimer.
No prayers. Just the effort to make his stay
So full of the comforts of home he won’t forget it,
To build him a shrine he finds congenial,
Something as simple as roofed pillars
Without the darkness of an interior.
If you’re lucky, he’ll want to sit on the steps
Under the stars for as long as you live
And sniff the fragrance of wine and barley
As it blows from the altar on a salty sea breeze.
He’ll want, when you die, to offer his services
As a guide on the shadowy path to the underworld.
Not till you reach the watery crossing
Will he leave your side, and even then
He’ll shout instructions as you slip from your shoes
And wade alone into that dark river.
Hermes 