Mj Pettengill

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.

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

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

Throughout time, in many dire settings, I have learned that as divided as they appeared to be, people were often bound by their afflictions.

I 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.

As always, give thanks to every plant that volunteers to be an ally. The healing is mutual.

I was drawn to the giant pines—the elder council—that always beckon me.

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.

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.

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

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