Mj Pettengill

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

I decided that everything in the construction debris pile could be disposed of, but the front steps had to stay. It was that simple.

I found a nice boulder and sat. The sun was incredible, like water splashing on a parched plant; I drank it up.

It is time to reawaken all that is imaginable and buried deep in the bones of the land.

It was a clear call to release the old ways and usher in the new— a plea to look within, reclaiming what has been lost for many generations,

I wouldn’t have imagined that along with other volunteers at the food pantry, I would be filling out an order for my daughter.

I returned to my rocking chair and sat on the back deck in my flannel nightgown until I felt like it.

Earlier, I would have been captivated by the beauty of the tall fir trees on the shores, or the lighthouse and small cottages...

I send my love to children all over the world. I send my love to the mothers who dream of calling them home.

Timing is everything. Hold onto that torch—your flickering light that is growing by the hour—and let it be your guide.

The best thing we can do is to calmly approach this event as a global time-out, to retreat into our cave, the proverbial womb.

To me, especially after writing them into my life, crows are reassuring, wise, and a good omen.

Good health literally grows on trees. All you need to do is show up and be aware.

"You must rely on your instincts and be okay with things getting messy. After all, it’s not about how it looks on the outside..."

We must rethink this way of being so that we may recover wholeness and well-being in our boys turned men.

As maidens, we encountered enchanted places carpeted with a thick layer of vibrant moss—the sphere of death and rebirth.

Those who know me have often heard me say or write, “Trees are my people.” I am not joking.

Any references to plant medicine in my work are valid and practiced in my own world. I am that woman in the woods.

Poverty is not limited to one’s socioeconomic status; it is often a predicament of the soul as well. —MjP

The wolf became an unexpected ally.