Prayer to Hermes

April 16th, 2007

This offering prayer is dedicated to the 22 people killed in today’s mass shooting at Virginia Tech.

Hermes! Hermes! Hermes! Listen, the people call to you!

O, great Hermes Psychopompos, conveyor of souls,
Many lost ones will show up on the threshold tonight.
Guide them gently to the shore of the River Styx and beyond.
I offer this bag of coins for their passage.

O, great Hermes Enodios, he who travels over the lands
Many souls are wandering, unsure of the road they travel.
Watch over their journey as they cross the last boundaries.
I offer this grain for their last pilgrimage.

O, scheming Hermes Dolios, charming trickster of the night,
The souls in your care found death in violence unsuspecting.
Help them escape from the pain of their last moments.
I offer this honey to sweeten their memories.

O, divine Hermes Diaktoros, translator between gods and men,
Heavy are the hearts that mourn today’s loss.
Whisper sweet words to cleanse their wounded hearts.
I offer this wine to ease their pain.

Hermes! Hermes! Hermes! Listen, this person calls to you!
I pour out the wine in your honor.
I pour out the oil in your honor.
I pour out the milk and honey in your honor.
Hermes! Hermes! Hermes!
Do not let the lost souls wander forever in the wild darkness.
Take them safely to rest in the Realms of the Dead.

Domestic Shrines

December 8th, 2006

When M. and I moved into our new home together, we decided to create shrines around the house. These shrines are works of art that are pleasing to me and to my gods. By creating space for the gods in my home, I honor them and parts of myself that I could easily forget in the rush of mundane life. The shrines also serve as a visual reminder of the important things in my life and as a way to slow down and listen to my heart and my gods as I light the incense and pour the libations.


Our first altar-creating effort together is located just under the stairs in the dining/living room. The intent was for it to be the “family altar,” but as we have lived with it, the meaning for me has shifted. I use this altar as a place to give offerings to the spirits of the house and of the land on which we live. When one of us has misplaced something or if the energy of the house feels wonky, I light the incense and pour an offering of whiskey. We leave a large smudge stick of lavendar and cedar on this altar as well.


Ganesha is one of M’s deities and his shrine lives in a little niche in the front hall. M does daily offerings and prayers of sweets. We have found that Ganesha seems to not like my peanut butter cookies, as we find them usually pushed out of the bowl but not off of the altar and onto the floor.


Also downstairs in the living room is what has become in my mind the family and ancestor shrine. Neither M or I are Mexican, but we have collected some Mexican folkart, and I am a big fan of all things Day of the Dead. We have placed photographs of my family and his alongside some Dead of the Dead sculptures.


In the upstairs hallway, we have created a healing shrine to Asklepios and Hygeia. Here we make offerings of coins and wine as we ask the gods to help us with our healing work (M is a psychotherapist and I am beginning to learn hands-on healing). We have decided with this next month to start a familial tradition of doing a healing rite to Asklepios and Hygeia at the new moon.


In our bedroom, we have created a marriage altar to visually remind us each day to keep our marriage a priority in word and deed and to help us visualize and work toward the kind of loving relationship we want to have.


In my studio, I have my personal working altar and shrine to Hanuman. Each morning I light a green pine-scented candle and reflect on my work with the element of Earth this year. I then light some incense as an offering to Hanuman and ask him to help me open my heart to those I serve and to help me be devoted and strong in my vocation.

If you have shrines, however simple or complex, in your home, I encourage you to share them. I know that I would love to see them.

Prayer to Hanuman

July 18th, 2005

Om Shri Hanumate Namah
Greetings to you, Lord Hanuman!

You are the Remover of Distress.
You are the Lord of the Senses.
You are an ardent listener, always so keen to listen.
You are a Great Warrior, capable of supporting all.
You are the sentry at the door of the Divine Abode.

Swift as thought and powerful as the wind are you, great Hanuman!

Your heart is filled with love and devotion for the Divine.
You are the repository of learning, virtuous and fully accomplished, always keen to be of service to the Divine.
You have been embraced by the Divine and have felt its heart full of joy.

The burden of all difficult tasks of the world become light with your kind grace.
I honor you, Hanuman, and seek your blessings.

Embrace me as you have been embraced.
Bless me as you have been blessed.
Fill my heart with love.
Fill my mind with intelligence.
Fill my soul with purpose.

I enshrine you within my heart and soul.

Om Shri Hanumate Namah

Homage to the River Anahnanah

March 10th, 2005

The river for herself
The river as herself
without human reference
without outward justification
her purpose known to herself
her path known to many

The river is a boundary impossible to cross without sacrifice.
The river is a fount of bounty for those who ask.
The river is a road to the underworld.
The river is a goddess of birth and death.
The river is a god of longing and searching.
The river is a shape-shifter of water and earth.
The water of the river purifies us.
The water of the river washes away our tears.
The water of the river carries us under.
The water of the river redeems us.
The water of the river takes in our despair and turns it into abundance.

written for Becoming’s Spring Rite of Blessing

Dedication to Bridghid

August 10th, 2000

I sing to you, O Bridghid, queen of sacred poets,
Burning flame in the night.
Your light points the way out of the mental fog
And towards a higher purpose.
Every speck of paint, every smudge of charcoal,
Every song written and sung, every word written and shared,
Is within your power.
I dedicate them to you.

Let my words bring beauty,
Let them move the people to the saddest sweetest tears
And to the highest cries of ecstasy.

I dedicate my voice to you,
Lady of bards, poets, and madmen.

May I serve you with honor.
May my songs make you proud.
May my life make you smile.

Hail, Lady Bridghid, I honor you.
Accept my sacrifice.

written on Mohegan Island, Maine