thinking too much

ahhh slip into the warm waters of the hot spring, feel your muscles slowly melt into rythms of gentle laplets of liquid shaking you loose of all things and thoughts.  you sink into the feeling of graviational support as the waters embrace. after extended time in such environments there is a danger of becoming oh so spiritual in such luscious natural environments. after months of non stop, i stop and settle into the waters for two days.

the second day, in the midst of a series of hot and cold water plunges,each of them longer than the previous, memories of a long ago sweat lodge memory open up on my horizons. i recall the jump in the creek after the last round, after intense sweat and prayer,  floating in the water in a fetus ball. what i recall is the clarity of that moment,  it was the sensation of no sense of body, just the sense of being.

and so in the midst of said hot and cold plunges, i seek to open up that experience again, that sense of no body floating in cold water. a lot of the ritual and prayer is missing, not to mention the intensity of the heat in that little darkened sweat lodge. those aspects of the experience don’t come to mind as, after a good number of plunges,  i sink into the cold water, a curl up slightly and focus in on my sense of being.

there is a quiet accumulating in the float, any sense of cold water or other thoughts are absent. there is calmness to this place as  i breath in deeply. Then there is a big  Bonk! as my head bumps none too gently into the side of the cold pool. Oh, I did feel that.

If no one witnesses it, is it still funny?