The cold dank pool behind a waterfall... like ice around your ankles... dark inside, and the bright white rush of water the best way out...... Diving through, the sound of my heart effervesing in my ears/becoming the water. Diving into waterfalls; once was enough to remember the magical feeling for a lifetime.
Being on a jaunt with a friend, out to breakfast and wandering around town... And being gone for hours that registered only in our lives, and not according to the Greenwich Mean. A time warp, if you please.
Sitting in a stream in the Cuyamaca mountains, miles from civilization, and hearing the voices of the spirits on the land. After hiking for hours, deep into the mountain, and then chanting for a good long time in a lovely water hole... things/people come from the spirit world, as you move closer to it yourself.
Other things, too, that I may talk about one day... And things to come.