Amid treehouses in the sky, along mountain chains in the sea and tunnel chambers in the soil is where I call home. For there is energies intertwined in place and space, in memory and meaning and the frissions that occur therefore. I want to soar across all of these three planes effortlessly with community alongside me like a motorcade of sidecars - pearly white and with endless volume. I am here on the earth ready for such odysseys, poised like water cycles near and far. I invite you to join me in cavalcades of moss covered structures available for sleeping, eating and even play.
- Christopher Kennedy