Ay, it’s that month and time when the wee folk remind us how important it is to be ‘a wearing of the green.

So I’m thinking, as I ponder the sweetness of sitting on this grass bench, that probably that tradition is not truly about the color of your shirt or scarf,.. any more than the color of your derby team jersey says anything, really, about your personality and inner core strength

I’m thinking maybe the wee folk wanted us to remember what the green stands for.

(Well, dear, certainly we think of the Emerald Isle from wince the tradition is associated. And the green, green grass of home.  And the green of Spring, busting out all over.  And putting our toes in the lush, new grass coming up around us.  But maybe there’s more…)

What about the green we wear everyday in our own skins?

Going way back…say really way back to the old folk who gave us the colors emanating from the different parts of our body…we find the green of the heart.

Not the reddish hue of the organ beating regularly in our chest, but the color of the feelings coming out of our hearts. 

It’s the green of balance, unconditional love.  Love of one’s self.  Good health, happiness, prosperity and abundance  (like those shoots popping out everywhere).  Calm. Serenity.

And when its “off”, that green of the heart comes out as jealousy, greed, lack of self esteem.

I could go on, you know, but right now I’ll just relish this grass bench and have a nice sit.  Thanks to Sheryl for the lovely grass bench photo from Napier, New Zealand!

Have a wonderful March day and be wearin’ your glorious, green heart proudly!

SKATE ON!

Darla