Mj Pettengill

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.

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

When a great divide becomes as vast as an ocean between us, decide that your anchor is a sail

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.

Communicating with plants is a gift that I cherish.

They weren’t long letters, just brief newsy accounts from the home front. It was about that lifeline, that classic archetype of mother...

After all, we did not have a playbook so, we made up the rules as we went along.

We were so proud to be Americans. We had an idea of who we were. We had each others’ backs.

It is time to rest, to reflect on the past season, find the creative, dark womb, and curl up beside the fire.

If we do not comprehend and harmonize with our own ignorance, we will not find forgiveness for ourselves and for those we label as ignorant.

It is unnecessary to wait for what we perceive as the perfect opportunity or the right conditions.

Be worth coming home to out of desire, not desperation. Be the firm shelter, not the ruins.

With little or no change, Monday always showed up in our world.

We tend to go with the flow but have no idea where the river leads.

Emotional and Spiritual Wellness Check

Within a few days, it was perched on the branch beside the nest, bringing back memories of when my own children prepared to leave...

Imagine sitting in the middle of a field of anonymous graves with nothing to go on but intuition.