Mj Pettengill

I love this plant so much that I grow it indoors all year long.

The very ancient ones are our guides. It is up to us to awaken to them.

When a great divide becomes as vast as an ocean between us, decide that your anchor is a sail

...bringing me home to Cold River.

Communicating with plants is a gift that I cherish.

After all, we did not have a playbook so, we made up the rules as we went along.

How can you not love such darlings with their fat little cheeks full to exploding with nuts and seeds?

It is time to rest, to reflect on the past season, find the creative, dark womb, and curl up beside the fire.

It is unnecessary to wait for what we perceive as the perfect opportunity or the right conditions.

Be worth coming home to out of desire, not desperation. Be the firm shelter, not the ruins.

The apple trees in the horse pasture behind the barn of my childhood were abundant with wildly imperfect apples.

Within a few days, it was perched on the branch beside the nest, bringing back memories of when my own children prepared to leave...

My pilgrimage has taken me beyond the mediocrity of the everyday world.

“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious...

I understand the significance of staying on the path. Although, getting lost in the woods has brought about countless valuable lessons.

Staghorn Sumac is an ancient medicinal plant with antioxidant properties and significant levels of Vitamin C.

Given the opportunity, they imply balance in a world that has lost its equilibrium.

I do not believe in coincidences and am grateful for miracles, especially the small, unexpected ones.

We need not vanish in pale shadows, alienated from our essence. To be silenced, overlooked, or crushed leads to an uncertain death.

I have stood beneath the raging skies—a thousand storms threatening life as we once knew it.