Mj Pettengill

We talked about how we had handled our descent into darkness, when all of our illusions were ripped away, only to be replaced by new ones.

I quickly remind myself that it's buggy because of all the various forms of wild water and vegetation.

I do know my way around the woods, but even the most experienced woods-woman will face unfortunate encounters.

The grass has been mortally wounded and is trying to protect itself while sounding the alarm.

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

More stories are to be told as words flow downstream, not to be missed or forgotten.

I had sat by this pond for many years, and never had it been so wild, so forgiving, so clear and dark.

These flames are a gift bestowed upon me from Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and its fires.

Perhaps there is regret in feeling that there was not enough time to love all of what I love—not in the way that I know.

In this life, you provided many valuable lessons.

Do we cheer for Our Mother or cry for humanity?

I followed the sparkling thread to that alluring place, showing me that the Garden of Eden is here, or it is there.