I am traveling in a bus, after playing a beautiful little concert where Schubert’s and Beethoven’s compositions celebrated their combination of waves through our bows and wind chains, inside a charming little church in Fredericia — which is two hours from Copenhagen, where I currently study.

I have used the many hours bus-drive to write down ideas. Trying to grab them from the Tsunami of though keeping my brain in daydreaming state for most days. I am surprised I didn’t walked into something during those moments. Although, I did walked into a chair not so long ago and got a blue mark. It can be dangerous to linger in daydream land for long.

Anyhow — the more I write, the clearer my path seems to get — and bigger as well.

It is like a dance between encouragement and fear — seducing each other — making everything more alive.

It is now 2 years since I decided to take the big step and play music again. It still feels like a strongly overwhelming decision.

I don’t regret it at all. At the same time, even though the cringe of past voices can be quite harsh on my old self, I don’t regret having the break either. And even though it feels like I missed so much, I won so much at the same time. I won perspective and broadened my panorama.

Because of that break, I feel more connected to humanity in a more down to earth plan.

Now, I want to take the bigger steps that will hopefully make me more courageous and daring in other moments in life, rather than staying in my safety magic box, where I explore my courageous and daring sides through dance, music and writting in daydream state.

I have finally purchased a laptop, which allows me to write down at the pace of my thought. There is something special about writing in random napkins and empty notebooks — but at least here I can somehow organize it a bit better and gives me the opportunity to share some of my experiences and reflections.

I always felt the art of sharing extremely attractive, arousing and beautiful.

Today I talk more openly — to you — to myself — in high hopes that between this energy exchange, we will create something together that is more beautiful than anything we could have hoped for. Whether it is the emotion of you reading this text, me writing it — provoking constant thoughts or reactions on the how’s and the why’s of the little road I choose to share.My waking pioneer is restless  —  and will find the peace in finally letting go of my own limitations  —  physical and psychological.

Let’s see where the next step takes us….

Much love!

Flavia