Mj Pettengill

Upon the earth that spins— awakening within its unwinding, fragments of your nest still linger above my kitchen door.

And then, this year, during the month of May, I decided to sing again.

Each day I spend cradled within the sacred woodland veil is another day of thriving.

It wasn’t until the early days of the previous spring that I began the daily ritual of cold plunging.

He brought me up to where the outstretched limbs touch the stars, where I retrieved the part of me that I had left behind...I became whole.

Like snowflakes, no two violet petals are alike.

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have taught them of charity, mercy, and patience.

Often, we sense the presence of the ancient ones through the subtle movement of trees, birds, animals, and plants.

The medicinal properties of Mugwort are incredible, and the plant is used worldwide for healing.

After an intriguing and unplanned journey, I am pleased to share the news. The Crows’ Path is available in ebook format.

It was the epitome of duality—stunning beauty in a harrowing setting. How blessed I was to be in that situation.

Somehow, many humans have forgotten or may not comprehend that all of us and this earth were created in perfection.

My grandparents were guides for my future self, succeeding as both the farmer and the farmer’s wife.

“But I know where the real finale is, and we can beat the traffic.”

I feel blessed to have had you as my earthly father and honor the gifts you gave me in life that continue to unfold.

I am a social historian and healer. I will not only use the term "ELDERS," but I will celebrate it and them.

The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere.

For his music to be played with so much love and respect, three hundred and thirty-eight years later, I think he deserves a cake.

The oak and weed together rise along the common ground.

Reclaim your wildness, and own your intended state.