After this post the other day, I thought I’d be better with keeping up on my ritual calendar lately.
I missed Fosterage Day on Tuesday (when I was teaching, traveling, and dead-tired-but-not-always-sleeping).
I am technically “not missing” the holidays of today, but I’m not able to do as much for them as I would like, or as the deities themselves would prefer, I’m sure…but, here we are.
So, a few very short poems for each of them, I hope, will at least be something rather than nothing…I say the latter to people constantly, and I know it is important deep in my heart to “at least do something,” but likewise it feels like failure to only “do something rather than nothing” instead of being able to do all that I’d prefer to…
The New Hermes
Hail to you, Antinous Neos Hermes, the great translator,
he who carries intention to action, and joy to pleasure,
delight to beauty, and deepest love into divine grace;
on this day, may you stand between us and our desires,
and translate one into the other easily and swiftly.
The Old Hermes
Though he is sometimes a beardless boy, a sturdy youth,
or a young bearded man, Hermes is never aged or old–
but his actions have been in the universe since it began.
Hail to you, oldest Hermes, you who connect all things.
Maia the Fosterer
Hail to you, Maia, of the Kyllenian caves, mother of Hermes,
who is also foster-mother of all Arcadia through its father Arkas:
when Kallisto fell, you took the child Arkas into your care,
and your son Hermes became his foster-brother and teacher
in the rustling of cattle and the taming of wolves.
Therefore hail to you, foster-mother beyond compare,
Pleiad daughter of Atlas, nurse of bear-cubs in caves–
may we look to you for our protection and nurturance!
Khaire Hermes! Khaire Maia! Khaire Khaire Antinoe!