Mj Pettengill

Her dress was nothin’ more than a collection of scraps held together by a thread that was about to let go.

I wasn’t the boy they wanted me to become. I was still me, one of them.

I was forgotten before the ink dried; there would be no wastin’ of tears.

I come before You, meek and lowly in heart...

What I saw didn’t make sense. I could have sworn that she walked straight into the water, nearly up to her waist. My heart pounded.

That was when I knew that we had to find a way to get music at the Farm.

More stories are to be told as words flow downstream, not to be missed or forgotten.

However, in grace, she rose up against her punishers, keepin’ whole her spirit and pure her heart.

In this life, you provided many valuable lessons.

The difference between us was that I found comfort in the heart of a tree while he went deep into a cave.

Throughout time, in many dire settings, I have learned that as divided as they appeared to be, people were often bound by their afflictions.

Today, many are intrigued, longing for more information surrounding the history of mass burial grounds in New York City, across the country

Earlier, I would have been captivated by the beauty of the tall fir trees on the shores, or the lighthouse and small cottages...

To me, especially after writing them into my life, crows are reassuring, wise, and a good omen.

"You must rely on your instincts and be okay with things getting messy. After all, it’s not about how it looks on the outside..."

We must rethink this way of being so that we may recover wholeness and well-being in our boys turned men.

Any references to plant medicine in my work are valid and practiced in my own world. I am that woman in the woods.

Poverty is not limited to one’s socioeconomic status; it is often a predicament of the soul as well. —MjP

The wolf became an unexpected ally.

I had a few options. I could grow stronger, or I could break. Being on the other side of the table is very different.