Hermes had been good to me these last two months, so I felt the need to thank him in a special way. He kept me safe during my travels as I moved back to New Zealand from the UK, he provided me with enough money to live off for a few months (I’m pretty sure he had something to do with the fact that before I left, I discovered a whole bunch of savings I had forgotten about), and through his goodwill I now have a job. I can’t thank him enough. But I can try.
Offerings are an integral part of Hellenic worship, so it went without saying that I would make one in Hermes’ honour. I wanted something that I could spend time on, so that I could meditate on him and his gifts to me while I prepared it. I was lucky to stumble across this recipe for Ancient Greek honey cakes. Honey cakes were a common offering in ancient times, and although they aren’t traditionally associated with Hermes, I kept feeling pulled back to them. It just felt right.
I baked and offered them today. Here they are:
In Hellenismos, the Gods don’t need our offerings. They don’t need to be worshipped, or even to be believed in. Neither do we offer and make sacrifices as bribes, so that the Immortals will be kind to us.
We do so because we love them. We recognise their influence in our lives and thank them for it, and while this is not necessary, it pleases them. If you are genuinely kind to someone, without a hidden motive or goal other than love, they are likely to be kind to you in return; and so it is with the Gods. This circle of kindness is called kharis, and it is one of the most beautiful elements of my religion.
I love Hermes, so I honour him. He has blessed me, so I honour him more. It’s that simple.