Slipping Out Into the Mythic by Finnchuill

You take off your armor, you run in the forest, or drop naked into the sea, letting go of your rational self, even if for minutes only. You had discoveries while out there, senses you didn’t know you had, or impossible communications. Or maybe it’s journeywork, you are still on the couch, bodywise, but you traveled far….how do you hold onto it, for you must return at some point to the world of email, receipts, paying bills, getting to work on time, however your mundane rises around you, a mixture of sludge and comfort like french fries or even ice cream.