Mj Pettengill

That was when I knew that we had to find a way to get music at the Farm.

I always played Taps with sincerity, but this time it was different. It was for you, Dad.

More stories are to be told as words flow downstream, not to be missed or forgotten.

I had sat by this pond for many years, and never had it been so wild, so forgiving, so clear and dark.

However, in grace, she rose up against her punishers, keepin’ whole her spirit and pure her heart.

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"

These flames are a gift bestowed upon me from Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and its fires.

Perhaps there is regret in feeling that there was not enough time to love all of what I love—not in the way that I know.

In this life, you provided many valuable lessons.

You have the opportunity to respond according to your instincts and intuition.

The difference between us was that I found comfort in the heart of a tree while he went deep into a cave.

Do we cheer for Our Mother or cry for humanity?

Throughout time, in many dire settings, I have learned that as divided as they appeared to be, people were often bound by their afflictions.

Today, many are intrigued, longing for more information surrounding the history of mass burial grounds in New York City, across the country

No star is lost. It is we who have gone astray. We are finding our way home.

I no longer rely on princes, and frogs have more potential than what we learned in myths. They earned my respect in a much different manner.

As always, give thanks to every plant that volunteers to be an ally. The healing is mutual.

I followed the sparkling thread to that alluring place, showing me that the Garden of Eden is here, or it is there.

I was drawn to the giant pines—the elder council—that always beckon me.

Time is needed to absorb the shock of systems and patterns that we have relied on, that are no longer in place.