Mj Pettengill

...trying to catch a massive waterfall in a shot glass.

At first, I thought it was a dream—the howling and rising pitch of the wind. Like an avenging spirit, it screeched over the rolling...

We are a sum of those fragments of ourselves that we may not even remember, and they are often fueling us.

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

Where do the mysteries begin and end? The answer is nowhere and everywhere.

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...

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...

Do you go deeper into the dream?

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.

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

If you can, go way back, even back into the womb, before coming into the world, into the light. Can you still see in the dark?

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...