Mj Pettengill

Once I was on my way to proper identification, comprehension, and acknowledgment, the wall of pain slowly and steadily vanished.

There was a great deal of heartache and compassion for these unfortunate souls, but few answers. I ask now, have we found solutions?

It is time to remember our strengths and trust ourselves again to navigate the future safely.

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

Trust the angels, Dad. They are here to help you.

As a perennial hermitess, this is bearable— even preferable—but the time has come to emerge from the cocoon.

Do you know what a foundling is?

I find my way to the truth. It’s there; it waits patiently for relief from rage left unexpressed.

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow...

It was oddly festive for such an unfortunate event.

To the pretty frogs, dragonflies, birds, fish, beavers, flowers, rivers, bees, and swamps, I am sorry.

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

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"

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.

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

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

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

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

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