Thousands of sinkholes

A sinkhole doesn't sound very special or magical. I like the Spanish word cenote better. 
There are thousands of these across the Yucatan Peninsula. The whole thing is a huge bed of limestone. Limestone contains the remains of dead organisms, it's considered an organic/biological sedimentary rock. I found a website that does a great job saying all the things I want to say on the practical side about cenotes. It's totally amazing on a scientific level, on a level of description, and a whole other level when it comes to actually being at one seeing it's magical appearance while feeling it's compelling energies emitting from it's depths.

https://theculturetrip.com/north-america/mexico/articles/mexico-s-cenotes-hidden-gems-of-the-yucatan/

I have some stories to tell! This first picture is from the cenote at Chichen Itza. I have been trying to sit still and write about my adventures, at least I got that story out. At one point they pulled many artifacts and bones out of this cenote, the sacred cenote.

This is the same cenote from the other side. The water is not clear, it's a jade green color. It's interesting how different each cenote can be. 

I don't have pictures of every cenote, some were more hidden than others, less accessible. Like this second cenote at Chichen Itza.
It also wasn't as vibrant in feelings or sensations, or suitable in location to sit and admire it.

This was a wonderous place called Hibuku, complete with a cross  on one end that gets lit up when the sun goes down in the late afternoon. It is incredibly cold and wildly refreshing to swim in the 68 degree water. Each cenote deserves it's own blog story. 

This is the walk going down to the entrance. Close by is an area of trees with several hammocks just waiting for people to relax into them.






I knew it was going to be good, I paused here to start to take it all in.





How can I summarize such amazing views and experiences? There are small catfish looking guys who are plentiful in here, most about the length of my fingertip to my wrist or smaller. It's cool to swim with them. Actually, it's cold to swim with them. The area around Hibuku and leading to the entrance of this cenote are all unique. I can see why the Mayans thought it was an entrance to the underworld!

Can you see the fish dotting the water? I could sit there all day and watch how the angle of the sun changes the lighting in here. The cross is receiving it's light at this point. The sign said this cenote is 90 feet deep. 

******* Ok, so this next cenote was quite the experience in Mayan culture and not just seeing or hearing, but also distinctly feeling things at a site. We had our own mystical moment of manifesting things from the very words we were speaking. I need another late night and quiet morning to keep me home so I can write about it some more ******* 
This one I have to work on with the other pictures I've taken and the fun story. These last 2 cenotes were walking distance from each other, and we went on a long bumpy road to get to them in a deserted part of the Mexican jungle. Which adds to the spook factor.

I saved the first for last. That's just the way it goes when you have to take 2 weeks and 6 cenotes and wait for time to write about it all.

This place was fantastic. The water was clear and no one else was there but us three, and the sides curved under. This one had such a good feeling to it, I put my feet in the water. I was kind of nervous about it. I had to remind myself that I don't really believe in creatures that could lurk where I can't see them. Entities that could spend their whole existence traversing the network of underground river and pop up anywhere, at any time, on the most unsuspecting audience, in the most mystical looking places.

This is part of the underside of the cave part that has formed here.
What an amazing place to go for inspiration on writing a book, right? What a great place to go to and release all of my cares and choose to just believe. My imagination does fantastic things out here. I can only imagine what an experience it would be to set up a hammock and come at sunrise, stay all day, and then watch the light recede and the night consume this place. By myself, with nothing but me and my thoughts. Staying on the tiny dock the whole time. I am only brave enough to consider the possibility. I would never have the courage to do that. Whether or not I believe in God or gremlins, this place is very inspirational.