Mj Pettengill

It is with love, joy, and concern that I hear messages woven within an earthly tapestry of sacred harmony.

I am greeted by the bird chorus in the Singing Tree each morning.

So instead of going on about how I authentically care for the planet and its inhabitants, I am celebrating a week or so of silence.

It was oddly festive for such an unfortunate event.

For his music to be played with so much love and respect, three hundred and thirty-eight years later, I think he deserves a cake.

It had become a devastatin’ riddle, choosin’ between rent or food; because of the risin’ cost of both, Daidí could afford neither.

Child labor laws were not in place until later years, often brought about by catastrophic losses.

I stand amidst the falling snow, deep within myself.

Humans face, and will continue to face, immense social change as AI and automated technologies fill more positions in society.

The oak and weed together rise along the common ground.

Reclaim your wildness, and own your intended state.

There was a great deal of heartache and compassion for these unfortunate souls, but few answers. I ask now, have we found solutions?

It is time to remember our strengths and trust ourselves again to navigate the future safely.

Often, we sense the presence of the ancient ones through the subtle movement of trees, birds, animals, and plants.

There were many children like August and Billy. Where are they now?

If I witness the death of a thousand trees, did it really happen? Does it matter?

Trust the angels, Dad. They are here to help you.

The time has come to shelter deep within the earthen womb of Our Mother.

When I am in the void, I welcome it. Imagine the ocean. Without the dip between the waves, they would cease to exist.

I do not understand why some people purchase the forest only to kill the trees.