Mj Pettengill

I do know my way around the woods, but even the most experienced woods-woman will face unfortunate encounters.

What I saw didn’t make sense. I could have sworn that she walked straight into the water, nearly up to her waist. My heart pounded.

The grass has been mortally wounded and is trying to protect itself while sounding the alarm.

We seemed to have lost our ground, our firm footing in the dirt that we used to know.

That was when I knew that we had to find a way to get music at the Farm.

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.

However, in grace, she rose up against her punishers, keepin’ whole her spirit and pure her heart.

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"

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.

You have the opportunity to respond according to your instincts and intuition.

The difference between us was that I found comfort in the heart of a tree while he went deep into a cave.

Do we cheer for Our Mother or cry for humanity?

Throughout time, in many dire settings, I have learned that as divided as they appeared to be, people were often bound by their afflictions.

Today, many are intrigued, longing for more information surrounding the history of mass burial grounds in New York City, across the country

No star is lost. It is we who have gone astray. We are finding our way home.

I no longer rely on princes, and frogs have more potential than what we learned in myths. They earned my respect in a much different manner.

As always, give thanks to every plant that volunteers to be an ally. The healing is mutual.