Mj Pettengill

Forget-me-not because we grow together...

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

If we choose to acknowledge it, our bodies have tremendous healing capabilities.

Ah yes, we are resilient and resourceful.

Here, in the fields of Marigold Moon, is a lovely pond.

Although there is much ado about it in health-food stores, this magical plant is somewhat overlooked and unacknowledged in its habitat.

I love this plant so much that I grow it indoors all year long.

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

If you are around the village over the weekend, please stop in.

Communicating with plants is a gift that I cherish.

It is time to rest, to reflect on the past season, find the creative, dark womb, and curl up beside the fire.

It is unnecessary to wait for what we perceive as the perfect opportunity or the right conditions.

Be worth coming home to out of desire, not desperation. Be the firm shelter, not the ruins.

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

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.