Mj Pettengill

We seemed to have lost our ground, our firm footing in the dirt that we used to know.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

"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.

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