The Hermit is wisdom in solitude. It is (mostly) voluntary withdrawal. Quiet. Alone.
A peaceful grove, candlelight, and soft, gentle thoughts.
But the world grows smaller every day, and there aren't many caves left for the modern hermit to retreat to.
Today, solitude is born naturally. Spontaneously. Falling on us like a shadow whenever we're alone.
The modern Hermit is the last one in the office. The last one downstairs, washing dishes while everyone else settles into bed. The only one on a particular stretch of forest trail.
Liminal space is the Hermit's cave, and the Hermit is a traveler, holding up the flashlight app on their cellphone like a lantern. These days, enlightenment catches us when no one is looking.
(This post is a part of The Modern Tarot series - questioning and investigating tarot in light of our modern experiences and realities. It's mostly sassy, a little bit tongue-in-cheek, and meant as food for thought - not as a true or superior interpretation.)