Fads come and go. They bubble up, sweep everyone away in their Power of Now and then gather dust in a pile destined for the next yard sale. Maybe you remember isolation tanks? Did you ever take a float? Well, I did. Actually, I did it a lot. To be perfectly frank I’m still taking weekly floats. I find it helps me unwind, like two martinis without the hangover. Last week, whilst floating I had a clear memory, an image of the world from the moist, loamy perspective of a mushroom. I could feel the cool spring air. The struggle to push up through the dank layer of dead leaves into another medium. As the salty warm water washed over my thighs, I clung tight, savoring my progression from slug and earthworm to a choice edible.

(Photo: Tim Duch)