Mj Pettengill

Left unguarded, we have come perilously close to losing each other. With it comes the danger of loss of self. We must remain rooted in...

Blogs... I usually write the first draft, run it through my editing software, re-read it a few times (once aloud), and then post it. The...

This time it’s different. Whenever I experience the shift of one season into the next, there is often an aspect of longing. The...

I have learned to appreciate all phases of that which was once thriving and full of life.

Within the first moment of meditation, I heard a rustling in the leaves.

We continue to pass along the grief and pain of those before us, and in time, forget their origins. We inherit their losses.

I’m married to the land and creatures that share this space, drifting in and out, leaving footprints behind.

Follow the ferns into the ancient past, the untold stories of the land.

You can be a strong force within yourself, family, and community without raising an angry fist.

Buried deep in the bones of the earth, in dusty, misplaced archives, and scribbled in faded, yellowed diaries, their stories exist.

It's all about remembering our instincts and long-forgotten wild ways.

There was light there, in the homeland of old stories, but not enough. I had been there too long.

Layers of rot and decay became raw—a rich scent of being—an invitation to pause and feel the silken grit all the way through to the bone.

One of the most essential elements of these healing gifts has been stitched into a higher awareness of my sense of belonging.

Reaching into the corners of uncertain blackness, I saw the dimmest light, that of a dying candle. It was enough to almost blind me.

As we stumble along unfamiliar terrain, we begin to understand that we are not searching for a pot of gold. We are here for the rainbow.

That sacred site is an archetypal and genealogical vault filled with memories intended to be forgotten...

... is it time to step into your paper doll persona and give a big silent cheer? There is no right or wrong, there just is.

Somewhere over the rainbow does not exist. You are here now.

There was reassurance in the remnants of stone walls. I found myself following them, hoping to find the stories to make sense of it all.