Pan-O-Rama, La Gomera
Sometimes the dust needs to settle to see clearly…
When I arrived at the Pan-O-Rama festival Wendsday, there was calima – calima is Sahara sand up in the air – it basically looks like fog. Everybody said there is that beautiful panorama at the festival but there was only calima to see.
Friday I got up early before sunrise. I had some coffee and went strait to the dance floor 😉
My head went a bit funny so I sat on the sofa outside… looking at the calima-free view for the first time…
Sitting up on a high hill, in front below, from left to right – 180 degree – everywhere I looked there was the atlantic sea.
For a second I felt like a king sitting on his throne looking at his vast kingdome.
Suddenly a guy – dressed like a king‘s jester – started dancing like a fool in front of me.
I bursted out laughing. I laughed so hard that I had to cry 🤣
The jester became the mirrow of the life I had created over the last couple of years. How did I seriously think I would be able to live a happy life by creating the most restrictive life imaginable to me 😉
Once I stopped laughing, I knew I was responsible for everything that „happend to me“.
So rather than creating another life I guess the next stop is: Surrender 😉