Sunday, August 21, 2016

Petra Pan

As I threw the remains of my second bed in the dumpster, I gulped up some of my dinner by the thought of not having a bed to come home to anymore. At the same time, goosebumps of excitement spread through my arms and legs by the idea of being free again. 

Who will I become this time? What parts of me will glow and what will keep hiding in the dark depths? My silent dreams live a life of their own at the back of last decade's notebooks. Still alive. Pulsating. Vibrating. But resting in peace until their time comes.

In Norway I let the Jägermeister girl roam freely through big and small clubs across the country. Shortly after, I locked her down at University of Oslo's library for two years. Just enough time to get a BA to fly me off as quickly as possible to the promised land of California to study consciousness.

My new identity as Student fulfilled a previously dreaded longing for introversion. In fact, I needed the inwards journey so much I ventured into the world of yoga and became a certified instructor. Both in 2010 and 2015 I answered the inner call to delve deep and did 200 and 300 hour trainings. 

Of course, all this inwardness disturbed my extroverted self, which found new and old avenues of expression through: bartending, working as a career center coordinator, teaching, and performing a 20 minute skit about my traumatic life at a San Francisco theater.

California introduced me to new ways of living and more than a dozen amazing souls. In this hub of Peter Pan's we flew together through layers of bliss and dust and dirt, attempting to uncover more of what we already are. Where will my wings take me next? I'm sure I'll be as surprised as anyone of my fellow wanderers...

Photo by: Judy Rukat