what might diving head first look like?
Ha!, wow, this jumps up at me as synchronistic. (a nice story anyway)
When i meditate, what i do is simply have to intention to stay aware of sensations, including thoughts, without losing 'myself' in the content. Watching dialogues (monologues) and stories unfold without interrupting them with opinion or judgement.
Last night an unusual type of story played out. i had forgotten it until your question about "diving head first". It may or may not be meaningful to you (it was here!), but here goes anyway.
i was walking along a beach, on the waterline, watching my feet (footsteps) when something made me look up.
What i saw was a huge black woman, naked, lying on her back with her legs apart like the sides of a cutting on a mountain pass. Her vagina was pointing directly at me, beckoning. When i got closer to it, the vertical center of her labia was about chest high. It was shiny with wonderful lubrication.
i knew what i was to do, and without hesitation, i put my arms against my legs, fingers pointing to feet and bending forward, dived in.
It was dark and warm and so lusciously slippery. i marveled that i didn't need to breathe.
The urge to swim like a dolphin came over me and my body spontaneously bent and straightened and bent... and began to move forward.
i was only about a body length in when i became aware of a peristaltic action helping me move forward. Beautiful. A very satisfying massage that started at my feet and pressed me in an rolling upward (or forward, as i was horizontal) movement. The realization struck me that now i needn't make any effort now and there would be continued forward movement.
What it was (seemed) telling me is in plain sight, and i already knew it...
Tell me what it says to you.