On St. Patrick's Day, the day of the green, my Irish poet comes out. The bowls held this session in C major and D Dorian, a mode you hear often in Celtic music.

Lengthen your exhale and notice how your heart is dancing. Walk a shimmering path of olive, moss, sage and emerald green into a forest where golden light meets shadow. Sit beside the Emerald Spirit beneath the ancient oak, jade-skinned, with ivy-green hair threaded in silver and gold. Breathe heavy emotions into its light like dark clouds and watch them turn to rainbows. Become the hero of your own story, meeting a goddess, a hero, a fairy, an ogre and a rebel. See your dreams as vividly as if they have already happened.

I read John O'Donohue's blessing of friendship, and shared his idea that some emotions pass through us, like travelers stopping in an Irish village. Light and dark are two sides of one coin.