I find it hard to celebrate a day based on systematic oppression of an Earth-based religion.
St. Patrick drove the 'snakes' out from Ireland... no, not real snakes. Pagans. Druids. Earth worshippers. Well, as you may know, I'm a tree hugging dirt worshipper and I identify with them.
But I'm Irish! So incredibly Irish! And I'm proud of the long line of Irish women for whom I'm named.
My fond memories of St. Patrick's day: corned beef, soda bread, Whiskey, and my Catholic grandmother's pinches if we wore orange (Protestant colors, you know).
I wear green to honor my heritage: Ireland has the greenest grass I've ever seen.
I wear green to honor the Earth and all the green, brown, and jewel-toned beings.
I wear green to honor the secret, shared bond between Pagans and Christians:
Love for the Earth and all God's creations.