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.

Thanking water grew from gratitude for spring fed sand pond at campground, where clothing was optional.

After helping with maintenance stuff, head of grounds would take me up so I could better regulate my body temperature without having to put on a bathing suit for the river.

Plus we could get glimpses of each other naked 😂🥰