The way of the menhir
I have touched the silent menhirs in Carnac, Brittany several years ago and I left with more questions than I came with.
I needed to try my hand again, in Portugal, just outside the beautiful Evora, where the Almendres form one of the most interesting megalithic monuments on the Iberian Peninsula.
I rushed my pace to get to the stones, up the narrow, tormented path, until I thought I heard a whisper...
...ever so soft, almost as if someone was getting ready to say something.
There was no wind. But when I looked around, something fell into place, when my eyes began to delight in the details at the side of the road.
So I spent about one hour on a 15 minutes walk and remember every second...
That soft voice must have been a better self, trying to teach me... Where was I rushing to? The stones had been there for thousands of years, they were not going anywhere and their stories were outside themselves.
They just drew the stories strongly towards them, with their mysterious apparent silence.
But they are shouting for those who can hear: "on the way to the menhir, it is the road, not the destination."