Mj Pettengill

Where is the love? When we are wrapped up in whatever we are doing, it may appear as if everything stays the same. As time passes, one...

If my response to what I learn is daunting, I examine why I am being affected as much as I am.

If you are still lost, I wish you well in your wandering. I beg you to trust your own compass at every turn.

I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof. During other seasons, this is of great comfort. However, not now, not here. One of my...

When it is too cold, I look beyond the intricate ice fractals painted on the inside of the kitchen window. I seek that which hides deep...

They called her Flossie. I vaguely remember that photo, looking into her sparkling, clear eyes, detecting an air of innocence. Before I...

Do you go deeper into the dream?

He placed the lifeless body on the ground and leaned the gun against the white picket fence.

After extricating myself from the deep, black mud...

In that one, undefined moment, the transformation was inevitable. The truth that had been pressing in came forth from the shadows. My...

How odd was this swirling of love and anticipation—these tears fueled by joy.

All life is sacred, and every living thing is a teacher.

It is up to us to reach down beyond those creaking bones and illuminate previously unseen and powerless souls.

If the choice is between horses, cows, or sisters, the cows are the audience of choice because they are polite.

Unearthing and transmuting historical trauma and ancestral wounds is a way back to the light. The journey is beyond reflective.

My instincts were to frown and wish away those pests, those greedy hoodlums. But then I realized that blue jays are not bad.

I have unveiled harrowing scenes, imagining food that is not fit for pigs, and placed myself at the table.

YES! ... not only in the woods but in the yard behind my kitchen as well. One young bear who lives nearby is familiar with me and my...

There are many spiders here. I used to scream and break into a sweat when I saw the big ones. That was a long time ago. Being out in the...

This time it’s different. Whenever I experience the shift of one season into the next, there is often an aspect of longing. The...