It can be a challenging and uncertain time, shaky, groundless, restless - and has a way of aching in the body, burning in the heart: an emptiness, a longing, and simultaneously, somehow, a sense that things are pregnant, open, naked, and alive.
That aching, burning, longing – reflected in the words of Rumi, John of the Cross, Teresa of Avila – we might open to the possibility that these experiences are evidence of the Ally, of the emissaries of Wholeness, foreshadowing a coming rebirth.
But of course, it doesn’t always feel like that in the moment. Being ground to dust.
Maybe it’s Hermes who is beginning to appear, pulling back the veil so that we can see, cleansing our perception, polishing our hearts, washing our cell tissue from the inside-out. Hermes, being one of many trickster figures, whose role it is to link the various figures and wisdom-centers in psyche.
And also, to link the individual self with Ultimate Reality; to reveal that Unity as our perception is reorganized in and as a single, unified whole.
Mythologically, Hermes connected the Gods to one another, who would ordinarily stay in their own realms; the connection-maker who links together differentiated and dissociated parts in a system, in this case the system of the human heart.
A reconnecting and relinking of orphaned aspects of ourselves and pieces of soul who have become scattered due to trauma and other forms of emotional wounding, those core wounds around love.
Simultaneously connecting the individual heart with the Divine Ground, linking spirit and matter, linking Self with the unus mundus, with the one world prior to the emergence of the opposites.
It’s Hermes, as connection-maker, who plays in this in-between space, where at times he may appear and reveal his Presence, dancing inside those sore places, into the very center of the weeping wound, and provide the missing tincture.
