Mj PettengillDec 12, 20203 minBallad of a Sandwich Girl: Which One are You?How odd was this swirling of love and anticipation—these tears fueled by joy.
Mj PettengillDec 6, 20203 minThe Heart of EverythingIt is up to us to reach down beyond those creaking bones and illuminate previously unseen and powerless souls.
Mj PettengillDec 2, 20203 minBallad of a Sandwich Girl: Deals with GodIf the choice is between horses, cows, or sisters, the cows are the audience of choice because they are polite.
Mj PettengillNov 30, 20204 minMarya's Mother: What's in a Name (Again)Unearthing and transmuting historical trauma and ancestral wounds is a way back to the light. The journey is beyond reflective.
Mj PettengillNov 17, 20205 minMarya of the Wood: Blue Jay WayMy instincts were to frown and wish away those pests, those greedy hoodlums. But then I realized that blue jays are not bad.
Mj PettengillOct 1, 20207 minAncestral Healing: Where Does it Begin?We continue to pass along the grief and pain of those before us, and in time, forget their origins. We inherit their losses.
Mj PettengillSep 29, 20204 minGrandmother Wisdom: The Other Maryjane I slid into the role of making the most incredible piccalilli east of the Mississippi River.
Mj PettengillJun 30, 20205 minAnd on That Farm, She Had a CowThe sphere of mothers and daughters is much broader, with more possibilities of getting lost.
Mj PettengillMay 7, 20205 minUnbroken Forest These flames are a gift bestowed upon me from Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and its fires.
Mj PettengillApr 12, 20204 minReclamation No star is lost. It is we who have gone astray. We are finding our way home.
Mj PettengillApr 10, 20202 minPixie Cup LichensI 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.
Mj PettengillMar 22, 20202 minFragments of HopeIt is time to reawaken all that is imaginable and buried deep in the bones of the land.
Mj PettengillMar 20, 20205 minThe MirrorI wouldn’t have imagined that along with other volunteers at the food pantry, I would be filling out an order for my daughter.
Mj PettengillMar 19, 20203 minBirds on a MountainI returned to my rocking chair and sat on the back deck in my flannel nightgown until I felt like it.
Mj PettengillMar 10, 20205 minAbout the Crows' PathTo me, especially after writing them into my life, crows are reassuring, wise, and a good omen.
Mj PettengillJan 8, 20204 minFree FallingBy reaching back to the child within, grasping her hand, and pulling her into a full embrace, I had discovered honest writing at its best.
Mj PettengillApr 26, 20194 minDown from the Tree Do you have a treasured childhood tree that you carry with you? Of course, you may have guessed that in earlier versions of my life, and...
Mj PettengillMar 27, 20194 minMarya's Mother: UndaughteredYou are either born a son or a daughter. There are many complexities at play here, which we will not cover at this time. What I would...
Mj PettengillMar 22, 20195 minMarya's Mother: Unsung LullabyLullabies were not an option. It wasn’t as if she chose that. No, it washed down upon her like the tears of rain in a storm that would...