I feel Hera Pais when the sky is clear and the breeze fresh, when the flowers fall from the trees and tickle my skin, I hear her in the innocent giggles of young children.
I feel Hera Teleia in the laughter of lovers, in the wrinkled hands of old couples celebrating the endurance of their love, I hear her in the triumphant cry of people achieving massive milestones in their lives.
I feel the strength of Hera Bounaia in the magnificence of distant mountains, great fortresses that stand on the horizon, I feel her in the deep breath you take before undertaking a big challenge or going on an adventure.
I hear Hera Basilea in the voice of strong women, those whose wisdom direct people and prompt them to action, I hear her in the screams of the oppressed who demand justice and see her in the crinkled brow of politicians working to enact it.
I see Hera Leukolenos on the dresses of brides walking down the aisle, ready to start a new chapter in life, I see her in the flowy wet masses of clouds, the dances of the wind, and the cool lick of raindrops.
I feel Hera Alexandros in the people who fight with all they have for what they consider just. I hear her in their indignant cries, I see her in the bitter tears of those who carry stories.
I see her everywhere, in the cerulean skies, in the winged song of the birds who glide across the skies, in joyous songs and rhythmic dance, in love, in the air, in anger, in peace, in strength
Hail Hera, Queen of Heaven, as omnipresent as the air we breathe, as vital to us as the breath of life.