They say green is the color of jealousy, but I think jealousy is a sickly yellow, like diseased urine. Green is the color of American money, but money isn’t what I think of when I think of green. Green is the thousand different layers on the earth – fir needles and maple leaves and dark cedar branches and soft pale lilac leaves. Green is the fire at the heart of an emerald. When I’m green I am healthy and alive. When I’m green I dance around a group of standing stones, and the sap of a thousand lifetimes courses through my veins. I would paint green spirals on my skin and hope for love in my next infinite lifetime. I wear a green turtleneck and I am powerful beyond time, standing rooted to this earth, my green living home.