Mj Pettengill

The apple trees in the horse pasture behind the barn of my childhood were abundant with wildly imperfect apples.

Within a few days, it was perched on the branch beside the nest, bringing back memories of when my own children prepared to leave...

My pilgrimage has taken me beyond the mediocrity of the everyday world.

I understand the significance of staying on the path. Although, getting lost in the woods has brought about countless valuable lessons.

Staghorn Sumac is an ancient medicinal plant with antioxidant properties and significant levels of Vitamin C.

Given the opportunity, they imply balance in a world that has lost its equilibrium.

I do not believe in coincidences and am grateful for miracles, especially the small, unexpected ones.

We need not vanish in pale shadows, alienated from our essence. To be silenced, overlooked, or crushed leads to an uncertain death.

I have stood beneath the raging skies—a thousand storms threatening life as we once knew it.

Within moments of hiking on the path, my son found a perfect walking stick for me. I will admit, I felt like a wizardess.

I will make my way home, leaving behind footsteps for future generations while adding another rich layer of memory on this much-loved land.

One of the most dangerous things that we can do is forget to sing and dance.

A few weeks ago, what was weedy and brown is now waving layers of green, flowerets of yellow, and reaching for the perfect blue sky.

Here and now, we witness the great unknown, blazing new trails, and discovering that we are not lost, but the world itself is adrift.

The daisies come when my wearied soul is adrift in unknown waters.

A slight breeze rolled down the slope of the hill, revealing that it was a violet blossom hidden beneath the shadow of its leaf.

Surrounded by various water sources, it is an 'all-you-can-eat buffet' for insectivores.

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Time works differently when waiting for the unknown.

My question today is, would my Puritan ancestors send me to the gallows?