Mj Pettengill

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

I had sat by this pond for many years, and never had it been so wild, so forgiving, so clear and dark.

These flames are a gift bestowed upon me from Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and its fires.

Perhaps there is regret in feeling that there was not enough time to love all of what I love—not in the way that I know.

In this life, you provided many valuable lessons.

Do we cheer for Our Mother or cry for humanity?

I followed the sparkling thread to that alluring place, showing me that the Garden of Eden is here, or it is there.