In the woods on land stolen from the Penacook Abenaki over 200 years ago, I spent 33 days in communion with this project and its Mothers.

It ultrasounded onto the cork board wall of the studio cabin, symbiosed into digital exploration as I moved back into the world, and is being delivered Here——

Wherever this is. Undoubtedly it remains a Stolen place. Perhaps through our music and art and algorithmixt connections, we’ll find ourselves on the same Return. To stewardship. To stamina. To emotion. To revelation. To abundance. To intuition. To passion. To harmony. To diversity. To Wholeness.

Can't hurt to ask! Click links to explore project jelinora TimeSpace. Or go “in order” on any path that illuminates itself to you. (Either way lie rabbits and foxes and more, and their various holes.)