Mj Pettengill

To me, the most incredible fact about opossums is that they consume thousands of ticks. I happen to live in a tick-infested area.

My native culture and traditions have taught me that the barred owl is a messenger, a bringer of wisdom.

The air is thin as twilight aches with clarity, and the almost-full moon illuminates a dreamy, snow-covered world. I stare out the...

She stood waiting in my doorway, which is often ajar. I invited her in and still carry her with me.

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...

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

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

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I have a little studio in the woods. I love this space.

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...

I have learned to appreciate all phases of that which was once thriving and full of life.

Within the first moment of meditation, I heard a rustling in the leaves.

I slid into the role of making the most incredible piccalilli east of the Mississippi River.

I’m married to the land and creatures that share this space, drifting in and out, leaving footprints behind.

Follow the ferns into the ancient past, the untold stories of the land.

It's all about remembering our instincts and long-forgotten wild ways.

There was light there, in the homeland of old stories, but not enough. I had been there too long.

Layers of rot and decay became raw—a rich scent of being—an invitation to pause and feel the silken grit all the way through to the bone.

As we stumble along unfamiliar terrain, we begin to understand that we are not searching for a pot of gold. We are here for the rainbow.

Somewhere over the rainbow does not exist. You are here now.