Today’s card came unexpectedly.
I had planned to make something for St George’s Day, but when I sat down to work, it shifted. The Green Man stayed, but the red cross didn’t sit quietly behind him—it bled.
There’s an irony here. St George himself wasn’t British, and like much of what we call tradition, the symbolism is layered and borrowed—part of a long, evolving cultural mix. Our history, like our society, is made from many places and influences.
This piece holds a tension I wasn’t consciously planning: pride in place, history and cultural roots, alongside grief and discomfort about what is sometimes done in their name.
The Green Man remains—watching, rooted, enduring.
Intention: to hold a sense of identity that isn’t shaped by fear or noise, and to trust what feels quietly true
Practice: pause before reacting, notice what influences your thinking, and return to what you know to be yours.
Ena Green Designs 