Mj Pettengill

It is time to reawaken all that is imaginable and buried deep in the bones of the land.

I returned to my rocking chair and sat on the back deck in my flannel nightgown until I felt like it.

To me, especially after writing them into my life, crows are reassuring, wise, and a good omen.

Good health literally grows on trees. All you need to do is show up and be aware.

"You must rely on your instincts and be okay with things getting messy. After all, it’s not about how it looks on the outside..."

As maidens, we encountered enchanted places carpeted with a thick layer of vibrant moss—the sphere of death and rebirth.

Those who know me have often heard me say or write, “Trees are my people.” I am not joking.

Any references to plant medicine in my work are valid and practiced in my own world. I am that woman in the woods.

Crafting a wild beverage such as this is simple. If you were blindfolded and tasted Sumac Lemonade, you would think it was true lemonade.

I am grateful to have spent hours in the great outdoors. No more snow. The rains have stopped. The ground was dry enough to begin to assess the aftermath of ...

I can actually reach out the window and grab hemlock needles in a pinch. It is possible that you may have easy access, too.

When the first English settlers arrived in America, they faced unimaginable hardships. Amongst the challenges of navigating uncharted territory, the winter w...

Rain is my constant companion. Although nearing mid-May, I continue to carry wood to keep the fire burning in the kitchen stove. I refuse to wear a coat outd...

I was raised in what most would consider a traditional, rural New England family. When Christmastime rolled around, we would scurry about with both handmade ...

When thinking of Robert Frost, one does not usually conjure up an image of a chicken fancier and farmer...

The steady song of the cicada emerges in August, signaling the winding down of the summer season. Family and friends gather together and celebrate the bounty...

After the loss of my father, I was in a place of sadness and mourning, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a fluttering of orange ...