Mj Pettengill
In the Pathless Woods
I was drawn to the giant pines—the elder council—that always beckon me.
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Mj Pettengill
Mar 22, 20202 min read
Fragments of Hope
It is time to reawaken all that is imaginable and buried deep in the bones of the land.
Mj Pettengill
Mar 20, 20205 min read
The Mirror
I wouldn’t have imagined that along with other volunteers at the food pantry, I would be filling out an order for my daughter.
Mj Pettengill
Mar 19, 20203 min read
Birds on a Mountain
I returned to my rocking chair and sat on the back deck in my flannel nightgown until I felt like it.
Mj Pettengill
Mar 17, 20203 min read
The Ghosts of Grosse Île
Earlier, I would have been captivated by the beauty of the tall fir trees on the shores, or the lighthouse and small cottages...
Mj Pettengill
Mar 16, 20203 min read
Calling My Children Home
I send my love to children all over the world. I send my love to the mothers who dream of calling them home.
Mj Pettengill
Mar 15, 20206 min read
Shadow of Uncertainty
Timing is everything. Hold onto that torch—your flickering light that is growing by the hour—and let it be your guide.
Mj Pettengill
Mar 13, 20205 min read
Fear Not
The best thing we can do is to calmly approach this event as a global time-out, to retreat into our cave, the proverbial womb.
Mj Pettengill
Mar 10, 20205 min read
About the Crows' Path
To me, especially after writing them into my life, crows are reassuring, wise, and a good omen.
Mj Pettengill
Mar 6, 20205 min read
Trust the Process
"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..."
Mj Pettengill
Mar 5, 20204 min read
The Soul of a Boy
We must rethink this way of being so that we may recover wholeness and well-being in our boys turned men.
Mj Pettengill
Feb 24, 20205 min read
These Woods
As maidens, we encountered enchanted places carpeted with a thick layer of vibrant moss—the sphere of death and rebirth.
Mj Pettengill
Feb 21, 20203 min read
Beyond My Doorstep
Those who know me have often heard me say or write, “Trees are my people.” I am not joking.
Mj Pettengill
Feb 8, 20202 min read
The Making of a Boy
Poverty is not limited to one’s socioeconomic status; it is often a predicament of the soul as well.
—MjP
Mj Pettengill
Feb 5, 20205 min read
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
The wolf became an unexpected ally.
Mj Pettengill
Feb 1, 20202 min read
Rivers and Roads
Sometimes we are not planning on returning home, but it is time.
Mj Pettengill
Jan 28, 20205 min read
The Other Side of the Table
I had a few options. I could grow stronger, or I could break. Being on the other side of the table is very different.
Mj Pettengill
Jan 21, 20201 min read
What We Didn't Know
"That was somethin’ about Mamma, she always led people around. She didn’t even try. Folks just happened to follow her. When I asked her...
Mj Pettengill
Jan 10, 20204 min read
Who Was Sarah Abbie Wood? Ancestral Healing: Part 2
As a child, I remember being afraid of my grandmother. She was a keen observer who rarely spoke. When she did, her words were crisp; she...
Mj Pettengill
Jan 8, 20204 min read
Free Falling
By reaching back to the child within, grasping her hand, and pulling her into a full embrace, I had discovered honest writing at its best.
Down from the Tree - Book Three
Samuel J. Hodgdon II
A Boy ~ A Vision ~ A Knowing Tree
The Journey Continues
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