Mj Pettengill

From the wild to the County Farm, Nellie comprehended the sacred existence of all living beings and the unending circle of life and death.

"May the little ones be mothered, as they should be, and all of us raised up from the deeps, Amen.”

Each day I spend cradled within the sacred woodland veil is another day of thriving.

He brought me up to where the outstretched limbs touch the stars, where I retrieved the part of me that I had left behind...I became whole.

We must push to work together with integrity to nurture, respond, and rejoice in shared abundance.

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow...

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have taught them of charity, mercy, and patience.

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

The organ grinder and his monkey were an integral part of the late nineteenth-century street life.

Union Institute & University Article Features Mj Pettengill, Author

In the wild soft summer darkness...

I feel blessed to have had you as my earthly father and honor the gifts you gave me in life that continue to unfold.

"We shall meet, but we shall miss him; there will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him when we breathe our evening prayer."

...born of another time...

I am a social historian and healer. I will not only use the term "ELDERS," but I will celebrate it and them.

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.

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