Mj Pettengill

Ah yes, we are resilient and resourceful.

We cannot heal what we are unwilling to look at or afraid to know.

My father had been dying for so long, that letting go was bittersweet.

Here, in the fields of Marigold Moon, is a lovely pond.

No selfies or social media posts were available for drumming up prayers or GoFundMe platforms to offer financial support.

Although there is much ado about it in health-food stores, this magical plant is somewhat overlooked and unacknowledged in its habitat.

A Light exists in Spring

We were not rich, but we were content, imperfect, and lovingly frayed around the edges.

The song of the red-winged blackbird—sweet and clear—has strayed along the mountain path, finding its way home.

Alchemy [ al-kuh-mee ] Any magical power or process that transmutes a common substance, usually of little value, into a great deal of sense.

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 my son was a little boy, he found a rock.

Before Death’s final blow, she was but a flower that never faded, showin’ me the fierceness of a mother’s love.

We were good girls breaking the rules, running around on the beach in the twilight hours in our pajamas.

It’s been so long since you went away, my butterscotch curls are silver and gray.

After all, she watches me unpack the shopping bags. I have a lot to learn about hunting.

I admired the courage of the wayward girl, the one who left snow angels in our winter garden.

It was a dream-filled night. And I had lost my way.

May we remember who we are as humans and only offer love and support or nothing at all.