More than anything, these songs are a reflection of my home in the Black Mountains of North Carolina: smooth-stone creek bottoms, delicate lunar-born mushrooms beneath rhododendron boughs, extreme changes in elevation. Two of the songs have a deep history with these mountains, beginning hundreds of years ago when connection to the land was common. Abstraction and repetition of elements in these songs, along with original 12-string guitar and vocal compositions, add a new layer of history. Neglected as an integral part of Appalachian music, drone makes reappearances. Raga-like structures and ornamentations reveal similarly old connections between the sacred nature-based music of East and West. I hope some of the old magic in these hills comes through.