The underlands. The watery and silent worlds within our own. The places of our ancestors and their holy worlds. The dark places, that hold those we’ve lost, those we’ve loved. The places we burry our secrets and our poisons. The detrius of our civilizations and the manifestations of our undoing. 

The underlands are a terrain of networks dedicated to kinship, loss, grief, pain, love, greed, and power. They are our deep memory, the lost possibility of who we could have been and who we are due to the times we’ve been born into. We become the water bearer, casting our bucket into the well of our collective and ancestral memory. Trying with all our might to pull something back and cleave to it as if we might lose it all over again. 

The hare as archetype represents the desert roaming prophets. We ask ourselves, did they see the face of G-d or have they lost themselves completely? The hare is the wild prophet, the stray philosopher, the individual who travelled off the beaten path to gain wisdom and came back to society otherworldly.

The hare is our guide, both to the labyrinth beneath our feet and the labyrinth within us. Stay silent, listen for the rustle beneath the hedge, do you follow it? If you do, you’ll never be the same. But then again, you didn’t want to be to begin with…