Breathwork Interrupted

No need to hurry for the sunrise today: clouds wrap the morning in a white-gray blanket, muting the sun's fiery arrival but making the sea an enchanting palette of verdigris, old glass, and pewter.

Still at 5:15 I got out of bed to sit on the white sands and meditate with the shish of gentle waves and the breeze in my sleep tussled hair.

Stillness evades my mind today so after a while I opted for apnea training instead. I'm always impressed at how three minutes can seem like a very long time indeed, but a 15 minute session ends ao quickly. Time is fun like that: slippery stuff.

As I was finishing, and as the sun was starting to show some small headway in it's struggle with the clouds, a happy dog came bounding up the beach. For those of you who aren't "dog people", I don't know how to describe the pleasure of having a friendly one greet you, for those who are I suppose I don't have to.

I don't know anything about him except that he is friendly and seems well fed. Lucky dog, him, to live near a beach with friendly tourists.

The road to this paradise ends about 1km (halfish mile) from the resort so there are a couple of cow carts that lug supplies (or luggage). It is very quaint. It is also very quiet - I hadn't realized until just now how pleasantly the absence of internal combustion engines compliments the birdsong and wavesounds.Read more