Connecting Tarot with Music: The Hermit

I see The Hermit as the ultimate introvert. I don’t associate this card with loneliness at all, instead I associate it with the joy of being totally comfortable with yourself in solitude, therefore present to the moment and able to perceive the messages from the Divine. 

Many years ago I worked a stressful job with a lot of internal politics that reminded me of the minefield that is middle school female relationships. I didn’t have very good boundaries, either. I began a ritual every night after work of taking a long bubble bath in silence. When my mind would try to wander or worry about the days events I would remind myself that I was totally alone and that I didn’t have to be anything to anyone. I was just me, and I didn’t have to deal with anything. 

Eventually that silence led to feeling totally connected to the Divine, and in the quiet of my mind I began receive guidance and learn to know myself and the presence of Goddess around me constantly. 

This solitude and silence gave me the strength to stay true to myself when I returned to my relationships and circumstances. It gave me the ability to look at others with patient compassion, to counsel and to guide. These are the two important aspects of The Hermit to me: going into solitude with comfort and autonomy, and coming out of it, full of integrity, to share with others the wisdom gained. 

The song I chose for The Hermit is “Knees of my Bees” by Alanis Morissette, lyrics included. 

We share a culture same vernacular

Love of physical humor and time spent alone

You with your penchant for spontaneous advents

For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone

You are a gift renaissance with a wink

With tendencies for conversations that raise bars

You are a sage who is fueled by compassion

Comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle

You make the knees of my bees weak

You are a spirit that knows of no limit

That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends

You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers

Not seduced by illusion or fair-weather friends

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle

You make the knees of my bees weak

You are a vision who lives by the signals of

Stomach and intuition as your guide

You are a sliver of god on a platter

Who walks what he talks and who cops when he’s lied

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle

You make the knees of my bees weak

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle

You make the knees of my bees weak

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle

You make the knees of my bees weak

Also in this series: 

Strength
The Magician
The Fool
The Star
Justice