Goddess of Spring comes dressed in golden sun and blue skies. She comes gently, wearing the life and beauty of a thousand perfect blossoms in Her hair. Goddess does not come screaming Her name with fiery tongue or raging thoughts. She does not need such spectacle to prove She exists. For the Earth is Her body, the Air Her breath, the Fire Her Spirit and the life giving Water Her blood.
We Her daughters who call upon Her sacred presence to cast the circle in which we walk, require neither the approval nor the consensus of others to feel Her beside us at the time of Full Moon when we offer ritual in Her honor. We worship Her as we breathe for the sake of our life and the preservation of Her Craft. We do not whimper of persecution, although we have known it better than most. We do not see the Witch Hunter around every corner, although he has been there often enough. We know the past through Her wisdom, live in the present by Her grace and dream the future in Her sight. Thus, the freedom of our religion has nothing to do with governments.