Green Psalms is weaving the ancient memories found in the smallest of flowers and the reading of dew drops. Reseaching and exploring behind the Veils of the Virgin Mary that was once was expressed in the language of wild flowers, holy wells, hidden springs and candle light. These are the stories of Saints, Fairytales, Standing Stones and Sacred Land waiting for us to remember.
Friday, May 23, 2025
Bloodlines
"My blood is braided—
green with moss, silver with myth.
From Tara to the salt palaces of the Franks,
my foremothers sang with stones in their hands.
I was never meant for thrones—
only thresholds, where stories walk barefoot.
I carry no crown.
Only the wind in my chest,
and the riverline of remembering."**
DNA Spiral
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