Mj Pettengill

Until meeting Samuel, I was unaware that I had left a vital part of my soul in the heart of that tree.

“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” —Rumi

To the pretty frogs, dragonflies, birds, fish, beavers, flowers, rivers, bees, and swamps, I am sorry.

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.

There wasn’t a better place for untanglin’ thoughts and bein’ amongst clouds.

Ah yes, we are resilient and resourceful.

We cannot heal what we are unwilling to look at or afraid to know.

My father had been dying for so long, that letting go was bittersweet.

No selfies or social media posts were available for drumming up prayers or GoFundMe platforms to offer financial support.

Although there is much ado about it in health-food stores, this magical plant is somewhat overlooked and unacknowledged in its habitat.

We were not rich, but we were content, imperfect, and lovingly frayed around the edges.

Alchemy [ al-kuh-mee ] Any magical power or process that transmutes a common substance, usually of little value, into a great deal of sense.

I love this plant so much that I grow it indoors all year long.

The very ancient ones are our guides. It is up to us to awaken to them.

When my son was a little boy, he found a rock.

It’s been so long since you went away, my butterscotch curls are silver and gray.

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

It was a dream-filled night. And I had lost my way.

May we remember who we are as humans and only offer love and support or nothing at all.