Mj Pettengill

It's that time of year again. I will be participating in two separate events during the holiday season.

After over a decade of posting blogs on this platform, I have decided to cease this process. It's a decision rooted in my commitment to integrity and quality.

I do not understand why some people purchase the forest only to kill the trees.

The souls of the departed visit us on the wings of a monarch.

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow...

I wish to report that the "Scent Therapy/ Olfactory Training" is effective. I am still dealing with parosmia (intense onions, sulfur, and...

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

If we choose to acknowledge it, our bodies have tremendous healing capabilities.

Within a short time, many of my former curls were in messy, swirling clumps, blowing gently in the trees.

After all, she watches me unpack the shopping bags. I have a lot to learn about hunting.

As time marches on, it is clear that respecting and honoring our elders has waned into non-existence.

It isn’t just a sweater; it’s the shelter of him—my father—his care and safety enveloping me as if I were a little girl again.

Emotional and Spiritual Wellness Check

I understand the significance of staying on the path. Although, getting lost in the woods has brought about countless valuable lessons.

Staghorn Sumac is an ancient medicinal plant with antioxidant properties and significant levels of Vitamin C.


"As I Began to Love Myself" —Poem by Kim and Alison McMillen
 (Falsely attributed to Charlie Chaplin)

I do not believe in coincidences and am grateful for miracles, especially the small, unexpected ones.

We need not vanish in pale shadows, alienated from our essence. To be silenced, overlooked, or crushed leads to an uncertain death.

I have stood beneath the raging skies—a thousand storms threatening life as we once knew it.

What did it mean to win or lose?