I’ve been doing more of this again on my walks in Alonnisos this Easter. This is not just stopping walking, but stopping the internal voice for a moment, the thoughts of what I am about to do, or what I have done – all the busy-ness.
A few days ago on the beach at Mikros Mourtias. I stopped writing, reading, thinking, and stood up and looked out to sea. I received the sound of the water slapping on the rocks, the smell of the seaweed, the light dancing on the water, the warm silkiness of my dog’s ear as he nuzzled my leg. And then I saw the dolphins in the distance, leaping.