After a few days at home after the trip, I had a realization that it was all too calm and clear. Like I had opened the fuse box to myself and saw all the wires right in front of me yet no idea what to do with them. It felt like some calm before a storm, some cliffhanger to the big fall about to emerge. And it did as I fell completely out with my man.
Conflict is a natural part of life. It is the reconciliation that happens after that matters.
But what to do when you have put in what you believe to be the full effort and you still can't meet in peace?
It is hurtful. Especially if everything is frozen in dialogue at the same time. I was in my room for 3 days in darkness because of this frustration of not understanding what happened and getting no answers or solutions through.
At the same time holding the past; there was this special person I hurt long ago. We were the world to each other since we were kids, and somehow I had to seek out something for myself in the most terrible way. That costed everything. I felt like I had ruined the very concept of love forever. I remember reading in a magazine that when we die, the brain briefly creates a meetup with those we have been closest too. I was thinking that a hug with this specific person was all I wanted.
Then I had a dream about that person out of nowhere.
In this dream I had, I met him, he had moved on and we gave each other this strong and warm hug.
I woke up even more deppressed because this did not happen for real.
Then the most unbelievable thing happened the same day right after this dream. He called me. I was shocked. It has been no contact for over 4 years. I was staring at the phone thinking this could not be happening.
But it did. He asked to meet.
I was standing in anticipation on the open schoolyard. He approached with confidence, opening his arms saying "It's judgement day" because the sky looked really dramatic.
But it felt more like the opposite. The non-judgement day. We gave the strongest hug. The best gift I have ever recieved.
We were in the exact same situation when it comes to relationships, a tug of war with mountains. He said we both have a saviour complex. He gave me advice, like some magical Nanny McPhee just appearing just when all else hope seemed lost. We also seemed to have had the same observations and life experiences so far, even though we have been apart for so long. The shared view on learned pillars of love (trust, respect and communication, he added open to experience as that was his own lesson), to trust the process, put the pieces of ourselves together and how the workings of things all have led to this lonesome path of gathering awareness. Not so lonesome after all. Even though that is what we all go around feeling.
It had all branched out, every person we knew in a completly different situation we would never imagine happening.
Today it all became clear to me. The tormoil in me that alsmot had me throw up and not eat for 3 days left. Because I realized that realness left from devotion actually did spiral around. I had worked to become this version of myself, and he to become his- and now it aligned where we stood. It came back to some start but now transformed. It is this spiral of growth that truly matters. It gave me peace. It gave me tranquility.
* I contacted someone who hurt me and told them I have no bad feelings for them and wish them all well because I got inspired by this special man.
* The mother and child we hiked with that was bringing a family made glass octopus to their family store. I connected deeply with that mother through good intentions in eyes to defy language barrier, and I bought this octopus to remember this realness by.
* The nice canadians who helped us on the bioluminescent tour because we misunderstood the valuta and had too little, and the one lady who said "don't pay us back, but help someone else in need"
And I did when I bought some artisan vases from a humble man who made them with his family. (The cost of money one thing, but the heaviness on my luggage when going home nearly killed me).
Just like that Costa Rican drummer boy who set ablaze a torch as a catalyst for tranquility and growth in a whole country, that embolished their military, and attracted important influences of further preservation.
What a wholesome chapter this was.
I learned that devotion is the realest one can be, and if you can sit with yourself and the outside enough to be comfortable while being uncomfortable, it leads to the first aquired mental tool: tranquility.
I look at the necklace Wilkie in Montezuma gave me. The shell I picked, with a wired tree and a spiral above it. This aligns with the story perfectly. In the next few days I will try my best to capture this moral of the story in my own music and video production.
I transformed and learned some of my most important wires in my own fuse box and managed to balance my emotions. I use my newly learned skills to talk to my man calmly and attentive without reacting to anything no matter how provocative it apparead. He seemed scared and still locked in his ways while going on talking, but I held him firmly with a tranquil mind and went quiet, and told him as the dust settled that I would never abandon him in the dark, as that is not who we are as people. He seemed to calm down, and he started reflecting on his role and how we are built up differently. And the most important thing, we want different things from life right now. I have this project and ambition as my only "child", and can therefor not have family right now. We ended it, but in a beautiful way that got us even closer as human beings and friends because we made a peaceful room to understand and accept our difference.
This is the power of true tranquility.
Pura vida °⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☮︎
To get to Monteverde I had my luck again, because the one taxidriver we had met had a brother with a boat that had recently started up a service to go there cheaply. We tried to locate his home next to the one bar we went to the other day, and could not find him. Then the taxi driver was accdentally visiting his brother just then and introduced us haha! He told us to meet up really early the next day inside his yard, and we did. It was just a desk in his yard, and a laptop with the name of his company "Blackout". Cars came and picked us up and we memed with Squidgame references.
The boat crossed the lake "Laguna de Arenal" and then we got picked up by another car over a bumpy mountain terrain. I had a dream the other day that Monteverde had dark blueish green tall ferns, and for some reason it was just like that in real life too. Some of trees actually looked like that. Intriguing that the terrain is so different on the coast, the northern lowlands and now the northwestern cloud forest.
Through dense forests, open hills and what appears to be miles from civilization, the car arrived at the Airbnb. More or less it appeared to be a cabin in the jungle. The sign on the door when you entered said "Please keep the door closed so scorpions and other animals don't enter". We knew we had gone deep then. Exciting noises outside and the jungle view was everything I had envisioned! Scary nights with all the noises and being far away from neighbours though. Also we realized we had to go shopping for food.. and had no way of getting to a store. We started walking in hope, but when we found some people after 40 minutes they said it was another 50 minutes to downtown in the melt of the sun. So we figured out only solution left was hiking. The road going only that direction made it easy to assume everyone was going there as well. One guy who drove pass us with a big, noisy radio on top of his car went the same way back again. He ended up letting us on, and we later found out that the radio was a commercial for "Megasuper!", which was exactly the supermarket we were seeking out. So I smiled at him and yeleld "Megasuuuuuper!" when de dropped us off.
Storing up my BIG adventurers backpack with food, we got a taxi on the way back.
The following day we went for a morning hike through the cloud forest with a private guide. I wanted a private one to get a more intimate experience with the location, to try and find clues to my music video story (even though it was way more expensive with a private one). Juan through Monteverde Wild delivered everything we could hope for and more! I also got all my needed answers about how Costa Rica came to find tranquility and how all the impacts affected each other to become how it is today.
After the morning trip we went to a 1,5 km zipline where you could pose as superman (I made my own themesong while flying in the air). You had to weight at least 50kg to go, and I weight 50 so I asked what would happen. They said I could get stuck in the middle of the line and told me to keep my arms in a cross to get some less wind resistance. I wonder what would happen if I got stuck. On the way back also posing as superman, I actually got stuck, but near the ending luckily. They were fishing me with a rope.
At night we went to a night hike in another reserve, more dangerous this time as all the creeps wake up to life at night. We saw deadly vipers and the same animals from our day-hike only now we learned how they behaved at night. Now I know their whole schedule.
To get to San Jose the last day of our trip, we hiked again with a mother and her son. Their father had made a glass octopus that hiked with us, going to their family-store. We talked to them while driving, about their lives there and compared it to our own. The mother we met later in her shop. I told her she had such a beautiful style and glowing. Even though the language barrier was solid, we connected fast deeply through good intentions while holding eye contact. She started caring deeply and came to greet us again when we left. I saw the glass octopus on the counter, and asked surpised "is that for sale!?". She nodded, and I bought it and said I would remember her and her family and be happy every time I saw it. She grinned happily. I gave her a hug that felt very natural. Incredible how fast connections can occur with people. Heartwarming to feel like family with people you met on the same day. That is just one of the most wonderful things that happen on journeys like this.
Writing a postcard I bought from their store to my little sister as she really loves to get mail, me and my travel partner Marianne sat on a cafe in downtown with a chai latte and some hell of a good juice, and I were touched by this whole experience we had. I will never forget any of it.
The evening we arrived back at Marias Airbnb close to the airport. Now the same tree we heard the noises the first day was BRIMMING with a lot of noises. How could so many birds fit into one tree like this?? It felt somehow like a poetic ending to this journey. More presently I am now fearless and aware of the chain effect that circuits from true tranquility. How one action leads to another with determination.
After traveling forever that seemed to actually go kind of fast, I was on my pillow back in Norway. It seemed like the biggest hangover, like what is existence, what happened? It is so much to take in and nothing makes sense. I call it hangoverseas.
We decided to walk this hiking trail to spot some wildlife. The entrance fee was 20dollars, and with a guide was 45. We chose the one without guide and took the sneaky approach of "accidentally" walking where the crowds of guides groups had stopped to look at something. We then camped for a while on that same spot to get a better view of the sloths, so long that the guide had made like 3 tours and went back "Are you guys STILL here? I have passed you by like 3 times already". This kind of patient determination I have learned from growing up with a father who loves to photograph.
The sloth even had a baby on its stomach. I have heard that sex is the only thing sloths can do quickly. Having this slow-paced lifestyle helps them survive in the wild because they compensate for their low energy, they have existed since dinosaurs did so they might be onto something by chilling. Speaking of the interconnectedness of all nature, the sloths have a partnership with micro organisms like algae that supplement their diet they give back a green camouflage to its fur from their enemies. With little motion and blanding in they can hide from the harpy eagles. Also they are good swimmers and picky in hygiene about pooping so they go all the way to the forest floor to go to the toilet. From sneaking up (still accidentally) on the guides we learned that there are two types of sloth; two-toed and three-toed and you can see how old they are based on an orange stripe on their back.
Fascinating creatures! And cool that they chill around humans like that.
The founder of this trail said he made it because it appeared in a dream when he was younger. I overheard him tell that to someone else in the park.
On the outskirts of the city lies a restaurant with a panoramic view all the way to Nicaragua. And damn! Predator birds passed by, and the view is.. indescribable. There were no other tourists there either.
There are many manmade hotsprings in La Fortuna, and I am sure they are great. But I was drawn to a natural made river, not so known about by tourists. The river is heated by the magma from the volcano, and hidden in the forest but stil by a road for easy access. The taxi driver from Jalapas recommended this place and to go in the noon with candles. We went the following day, but forgot the candles. No worries though, as fireflies in different colors emerged to our aid to light up the scene. With some ingredients from the tiny mall we also made some drinks and soaked in our jacuzzi. Btw here they have deodrants behind the counter, so here you cannot go apeshit smelling them alll before buying if that is a particular thing you like doing in foreign countries like me haha.
I felt nightlife was rather sketchy here compared to Montezuma. Less people in the streets, only some homeless men and as two blonde women it felt a little unsafe. Maybe we are there when less tourists are present though, I don't know. There was even a guy on scoother watching us as we walked home to make sure were safe, even though that is also creepy. Marianne made a local sing a song from our hometown "Rumpa mi" by DDE. It means "My ass" and we laughed so hard hearing that guy sing it. There was one like party.. dance bar, called Charlies.
A LOT of good restaurants and pubs/sodas in La Fortuna though!
To travel with high stakes adventure, you need to be wired in a specific way, or do so manually. You have to be 100% comfortable with being uncomfortable. Embrace whataver comes your way and try to enjoy the ride wherever you actually end up. There is nothing more giving than being able to give up that control. Because the truth is there is no choice. We woke up early to check out of the Airbnb, and go to the tropical tour shuttle bus all the way to La Fortuna which is a 5 hour and a ferrry ride away. Suddenly we got the message that they don't have room! What!? But we booked in advance! Or so we thought. In the messaging I stated that we wanted to pay with cash and got the reply "no card". So I though ok its all good I have confirmed us with the link. But with very tiny text on the mail it said "You have to verify with card through the link one day in advance" or something similar. So there we were in a pinch again.
I asked the man working for Sano Bananos for when the bus left, and Marianne asked all the nearby hostels. They all said different, so we took a stand to camp on the spot where the buses went from (I even slept on the ground haha), and just take it step by step. There were probably some connecting buses somewhere, and we would get closer either way by asking someone and hoping they knew a little bit of english.
We managed to check with someone on the bus when our stop was, and then ask someone where the next one went from, and they would just point somewhere. Closing us in on the target, we managed to get to the ferry on time. And BOY was it a pimp ferry. So much luxury like what!
Anyway, Milo answered my whatsapp that he could drive us the rest of the way in exchange for "The rule says grass, gas or ass 🤪" as he called it. I said we had made it this far in the cheapest fashion, and would try to complete the rest of the trip by bus too. And we did! It was rather hot and bumpy, (I even saw a corpse thrown into the back of a car O_O) but 84 something dollars each saved is so worth it!
The final road to La Fortuna looked crazy with all the characteristically colorful houses and the most active volcano in the world as its backdrop. Every house had some unique attributes, mostly bright purple or turquise. One even had the columns of the entrance made by what appeared to be two random big branches. Every house had a different set of columns, seating outside entrance, ornament below the roof and virbant color. A lot of creative materials were used and the structures of some of the houses looked absurd. I already have a vivid picture for the scene in my music video production that comes after this trip.
When we arrived to La Fortuna it was dark. And we heard "Psst!" noises from the bushes. Some animal probably, but it felt like some questgiver from a game or something. Even though the Airbnb was central, it seemed private because of the trees. Every night we hear noises from men playing football and weird creatures from the tropical plants. Strange combo I know. It also feels weird being greeted each morning by the intimidating smokey volcano doing its stretch. Liberating to be able to work on my laptop, with any chosen view like this! I am fortunate to be a designer for a living. Can't wait to bust what La Fortuna hides from me.
Some nice Americans we met the other day recommended this fishing boat guy to go see the bioluminescent algae in the ocean. They had even spotted a whale and a baby glowing up by the light.
We asked a taxi company to drive us to Tambor which is 30 minutes away. "We are expensive, we cost 80$ per person, you should ask some locals to drive you".
The bus luckily went two times a day to Tambor and only costed like 1$. Navigation in this country feels like being left to destiny if such a thing exists.
Going off on something we believed to be the stop by looking at google maps, we actually made it (I am surprised every time).
Tambor was a very tiny village, with obly a long dock and what seemed to be one tight street with 100 villagers. They all knew each other like family. One of them introduced himself and showed us to a little stand selling fish they used to put on nacho chips. "Fish & chips!" I laughed.
Me and Marianne sat down on a small, round table with a bench, and soon after we were joined by more company. The same man and some other, telling us how the mother whale would leave a milk trail for the baby to follow, and that each day here in this village was a new show. Gustavo told us how he lived, and that he was growing fruits and vegetables in his garden, and all the beautifully colored colibris would storm to it by the window. It is normal to grow your own food here he told me.
The guide came and picked us up and along with a group of really cheerful Canadians we strolled down the long dock to the boat. Going to Playa Muertos for waiting out the sunset. The island means "beach of the dead" and presumably got its name from animal and people corpses driving ashore many years ago.
When we arrived we enjoyed pineapple and watermelone on the beach and watched the sunset smear out the mountains like pastel ink.
The moon was in a cyclus where it was ratehr bright, so it was not easy to see the light. But when we snorkeled they appeared like little stars. and by the motion from the boat we saw the blue light up magically. It felt like cruising a boat up in the outer galaxy.
Something terribly awkward happaned on the way back, as we had forgot to bring enough cash fro the trip itself. The REALLY nice Canadians were paying the rest and when we asked how to pay them back, they said to help someone else in need.
The last bus to Montezuma had also left already. Marianne fell in a mudpit and looked like Shakira in "whenever, wherever" or whatever when she had crawled through that mud on purpose. With 7% battery we looked desperately around for some people, and found a spanish speaking guy on scooter. Marianne's Duolingo skills reached extremely far! Asking him if the bus takes card he replied no, and went to get us a piece of cash we ended up trading our beer for. He even washed Marianne in the ocean and that was so wholesome I could not stop laughing (later edit: for days)!
After a few more days in Montezuma we are going to La Fortuna, in the volcanic region. I wonder what the differences are!
You could surf, explore natural tide pools, snorkel or go horseback riding in Montezuma. But we went where the tip of our noses led us.
We went on a 40 minute hike to see the waterfall to the right, and there was a guy who climbed straight UP inside the waterfall. You could swim in the waters there. Some fish was biting my ass.
Another unique waterfall to lies the left, on Playa Cocolito. One of seven in the world that goes straight into the ocean. The path to it was a bit unclear and we ended up using MANY hours walking the beach and some rocky terrain all the way to get there. Said to be 2 hours walking there, but we counted longer and did not have enough food or water with us. Luckily a man was sitting in the shade, guiding us to a family that had water we could fill in our bottles to make it further. People are very helpful in Costa Rica and will often contribute if you seem lost (in which we often did). With blistered feet and no clue, we finally got back to Montezuma just before the dark and enjoyed a BIG meal.
Another day we decided to go for a picnic in Cabuya. The taxi driver, a certified naturalist took us to a place by a river. On the journey there he showed us a tree that could walk (just like Lord Of the rings hehe). It also strangled other trees to death. Of they must stay awake at night in terror! We saw scarlet macaws and a lot of other birdlife by the river. Just after we mentioned how it looked like something straight out of Jurassic Park, we heard a loud growl with echo for miles. It turned out to be howler monkeys.
There are small restaurants called sodas all around Costa Rica. We fell in love with Sano Banano. Their avocado toast is legendary! Marianne taught me there is something called avocado mafias. Is that a real thing?
I also enjoyed Pitaya icecream at the "Icedream" soda. The purple was so vibrant, and it's so good that even the icecream guy from Lilo & Stitch can't drop that one to the ground.
I found a beautiful shell on the beach and gave it to Wilkie because he makes jewelry for a living, so I asked him if he could create something personal with it. People in Montezuma are so open, you can just hang with anyone!
We were jamming with the pizza-lady to "Celebrate good times!", and brought the pizza to the town square to enjoy the live music while eating. This little square seems like a home to anyone no matter how far someone have fallen out of the embrace of life. Wilkie came over and sat by my side with a smirk. He had in his upper left pocket on his shirt the finished necklace. I had stars in my eyes as I looked at it. It had a thin wire shaped like a tree, and a spiral on top.
"The tree of life" he said.
I asked about the spiral on top. He said "Life goes in a spiral like that".
The music filled the square, and Wilkie asked of we were gonna join the latina-dance party later at the bar. I had promised myself to sleep early, but my body gave into the dance. A little too much, because damn we crushed it in there! People were impressed. We dance-vibed with some more people. The dancing was a never ending spin into more experiences as the following days came by.
Always a new show, always something new to immerse yourself away into. Alive, every night with passion.
Yesterday I had my birthday, and the local musician Kongo played a song for me on the ukulele, because my friend Milo pitched it in. The birthday song in the form of reggea was so dope! Milo also taught me that the music genre here is Cumbia. A style of latin music that combines African, Amerindian and European styles with instruments such as flutes, drums, accordions and maracas. I will use some chants from this in my own song when I come home to produce it.
They made a bonfire for me on the beach, and we had deep talks and our foreheads together in friendship to connect.
The clouds covered the nightsky, but we were pretending to blow them away to see the stars. The clouds to our amusement opened right in front of where we blew and we laughed.
I felt like being in the Avatar movie.
Speaking of which, tomorrow we are going to Tambor to try and see bioluminescent algae glowing up the ocean, also called sea of stars.
Starting at the tip of Nicoya Peninsula, which is one of the 5 "blue zones" in the world (a place where people live exceptionally long and healthy lives) Montezuma was just like I Imagined in my head. A small and vibrant bohemian town with a chill and playful atmosphere. ChatGPT recommended it to us based on our preferences with not so many tourists, some backpackers and jungle meeting the beach. And I am already so glad it did!
We woke up at 4:30AM, probably due to jetlag and decided to explore the town and capture the sunrise with the drone.
We already saw super colorful birds (one even joined us for breakfast) and the temperature in the ocean was perfect. The water came and snatched our shoes so we walked in shame to get some watershoes instead of those plastic flipflops that penetrate your feet.
While strolling from a bar we met Wilkie. A kind local who informed us that there was gonna be a bonfire party this night at the little plaza. We thanked him, jumping in excitement. We were told by someone else it was a party to celebrate the alignment of planets, and it was 400 years until the next time.
The party was crazy! With soap bubbles, characteristic people, dancing light suits and the perfect rythmic and soulful music with the drums! I find that I love native drums!
Later they lit up the big bonfire the DJ moved to the beach. It all seemed so spontanious. Suddenly all the setup was just there on the beach with the starry sky as its audience.
Me, Marianne, Wilkie and another cool guy named Jason was hanging out by the bonfire. Jason said it was best without shoes to feel the contact with the sand. They later showed us a secret place where bioluminescent algae used to be. We only saw one algae, but were amazed either way.
We remembered Marias message to be suspicious, so we did not show our new friends where we lived just in case. Outside our door we met Kongo, the star of the local band. He nicknamed me Moonshine, Marianne Sunshine and we named him Bongo-Kongo because he had the drum. We had to pretend to be walking somewhere else and then come back to our Airbnb haha. Best to be careful the first day. It was a long day. Wow! So much adventure already and we have 3 weeks left!
I told Marianne we have to be careful to not go to bed super late and wake up super early the whole time out of excitement, because then we are gonna eventually die. It feels good to be hungry for life. And Montezuma is the best meal!
We traveled for almost 32 hours, but time flies when I am with my friend. I am also never worried what is gonna happen with us. Because of her I can meet anything, and it would just be 100% worth it. We are partners in adventure. If we don't find our hotel confirmation (that happened in Oslo) we laugh, if we end up in a situation we are 100% f*cked, we laugh. We are comfortable being uncomfortable, and that makes deep adventure highly accessible.
The first thing I notice when the plane lands, is the smelll of a new country. It had a sharp scent, like if perfectly spiced food were steaked over open fire and served with vibrant pink flowers. You could smell that the biodiversity is strong here. We felt a bit unsafe walking in the middle of the night from the airport to our Airbnb. We are quite dedicated to save money on taxi and decided to walk 20 minutes.
Even in the big naked city, San Jose, the capitol of Costa Rica, it felt exotic. Especially due to ONE tree on the way that contained some strange noises. We did not know if it was a bird or a monkey (or a crazy person) but it sounded wild to us.
We got scared of a puppy because we thought it was a wild dog. We finally found the sign to the apartment.
The first thing we experienced as typical Costa Rica is that the keys have to be turned the opposite direction than other countries to unlock doors. And they don't flush toilets here, you have a bin for the paper because the severs are too small.
The morning after we met our host Maria. She said we had to be more suspicious than walking alone at night. She felt we were her daughters and she was a really strong mother figure we connected instantly with. It's so beautiful to know you can have even more good family around the world. We decided to try and remember her advice to be suspicious.
We asked her how to get to Montezuma (5 hours from San Jose). She gaped wide "WHAT? That is something people book a long time in advance. The only bus that went was 6am today". Looking at each other in "oops", she contacted the company who had shuttles. They luckily had TWO available spots in the shuttle with someone else. I am a lucker, always.
Our ride to Montezuma started. To say they are driving like savages is an understatement. Their word for "speedbump" is "The dead people" and they drive more in a straight line when on alcohol so that about sums it up. They also don't have streetsigns so you mostly have to say the name of the house or something nearby to find your way. My question is how do they know all the places so well? O_O
"Life is a repeated cycle of getting lost and then finding yourself again. Sometimes you do it to yourself on purpose, consciously or unconsciously. Every time you get lost it is so that you can learn something or experience something from a different perspective."
-Jay Woodman.
I went from spilling drinks because I was shaking so much out of anxiety, to generating my own robust happiness to the point I was almost neglected access to a bar because I was too high on life (with zero consumables involved). How did I get there?
Before I knew I could choose my own feelings and how they affected the substances in my body (Oxytocin, dopamine etc.), life was an emotional storm with all sorts of debris like foggy subconscious action, tsunamis of overwhelmingness and wildfires of worry. I had severe anxiety for 2 whole years, and did not know how to align the workings of my body with the life I wanted to have and emotions I wanted to feel.
I was in constant opposition and got severe symptoms.
That changed when I spoke to a life coach, and he told me anxiety is decreased when you are aware why you get it and every trigger. I started to build consciousness around how I responded to things and how it wired my neurotransmitters over time to become who I wanted to be. I was learning to be human by choosing my thoughts actively, and by accepting the fragileness that comes from this spiral of learning. I am learning through that spiral that the best way to relate in a world where everything is in constant opposition, is to lead each subconscious into the conscious and hold it there by making it part of your identity or belief for long enough so it becomes who you are. Clarity or illumination was the word that transformed my foggy storm into near constant climax. However, through growth, there will always occur new nuts to crack.
We get constant pressure and fear from outside and inside, and the only true way to be blissful is to lead each bubble to the surface in the most efficient manner. Or join the yin and yang's with some sort of glue as a way to make sense of each particular thing. It's a dance of eagles and snakes.
I discovered through traveling that the world is full of tools or concepts of ways of life, to master the balance of what we literally are made of and how that affects the world around us. My belief is that we can balance the inner and outer environment with lasting impact, through these aware story transformations.
Let's gather the biggest toolkit by traveling the world in search for all these concepts!
I'm a Norwegian artist and vagabond looking for sagas from all corners of the world, to base music short videos on. I hope you feel at home on my site.
