Going to the beach. I know, it's cliche.

But also, heavy push in dreams to go introduce myself to local numinous beings or aquatic spirits of place.

I last put feet into Pacific ocean in San Diego in 2007 and wasn't then really doing the practices I do now of thanking the water.

I'm a narcoleptic AuDHD artist who has been around the net a while under various handles. Did policy moderation on DeviantArt what feels like a lifetime ago.

I got super excited about potential of being able to go into water clothing optional at Black's Beach, until we looked it up and realized either potential part of a mile down a cliff path or three mile walk along the beach.

Sounds feasible maybe, except hyper mobile and I brought my wheelchair not cane.