When do you feel most at peace?
I feel most at peace when I’m barefoot, salty-haired and watching the light shift over the sea—when the world feels like it’s gently breathing around me. In those moments, there’s a sacred quietness where time seems to slow down and everything feels connected. It’s not just about being alone, but about feeling truly present, whether I’m sharing that stillness with someone I love or simply sitting with myself.
For me, peace is a blend of deep emotion and vibrant energy. It’s in surrendering to the calm rhythm of the waves while also feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. Those moments, where vulnerability and strength coexist, are when I find a rare kind of calm that fills my soul and frees my spirit.
But the most peaceful moments are also found in the simple rhythms of a summer day. Like on a warm afternoon, when the heat is heavy, I slip into the sea for a swim, then come home for a nap. I wake up to the scent of my grandmother frying eggplants and potatoes, with her preparing a yogurt-tomato sauce beside them. Those smells fill the air—the warmth of August, the hum of cicadas, the earthiness of the eggplants.
Later, I’m sitting with my grandmother and her neighbor over coffee, sharing quiet conversation, and it feels like the world has slowed just enough to breathe with me. That’s the most peaceful moment in the world. After enjoying her amazing cooking, I head back to the sea for another swim to catch the sunset.
It’s these small, everyday moments—the smells, the sounds, the company—that fill me with calm and remind me what true peace really feels like.