Tea TIME at PeBS

Tea TIME at PeBS

Nothing is impossible, only if you think it is!

Welcome to my blog about how I mix traveling with writing, storytelling with mentoring and storytelling with traveling, writing with mentoring!

What is it, that I actually do and why?

Tea TIME at PeBS takes you down the rabbit-hole for a little while, where human potential and magical moments are being discovered and released, and shared through videos, short stories and pics ...

MOROCCAN ADVENTURE - I DID IT!! / music by www.bernittmusic.com

Down the rabbit-holePosted by Pernille Bernitt Sommer Thu, March 08, 2018 23:24:25


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Saying YES to a challenging adventure!

Down the rabbit-holePosted by Pernille Bernitt Sommer Wed, December 27, 2017 16:01:54


Am I a sports enthusiast? I wouldn’t exactly put it that way, but telling myself that I’m not, I will for sure never be. Point is, that I’m not telling myself that I am, nor am I telling myself that I’m not. Am I adventurous? Well, I don’t know how to reply to that one either. Sleeping in a tent in The Outback, or bungee jumping from a bridge is probably not, what I would do as a first, but meeting up with strangers across continents, quit my job to write a novel, dare to show and share how I feel about something or somebody, and take spontaneous trips to (for me) unknown land and write about it, I would do. I don’t know what would be defined as most adventurous, if any of it, but it really doesn’t matter. Being adventurous can be many things. What matters is, that my life feels like an adventure worth living.

When my brother (in team with two other entrepreneurs) founded and developed the sports tracking app Endomondo, he used to say to me: If I can get you to use my app, I can get anyone to use it.” That was (except from being funny!) quite spot on. Tracking my exercise (as I didn’t really exercise) never crossed my mind. That being said, I used to be very active while growing up. Something changed, when I entered the music academy. For some reasons I stopped doing sports and workouts, - I guess I actually stopped being me, but that’s another story. Recently I started tracking my exercise, and if you want to know why, keep reading.

This summer I had the pleasure to meet a very inspiring, adventurous and open-minded person, who kind of blew fresh energy into what once used to be in my bones. Then one month ago I went off to London to find myself in a room full of people with that same ability to bring and exchange good vibes and fresh energy. People that are do’ers, and people who believe, that anything is possible, if you choose to say YES.

Now when having reconnected with that almost forgotten side of me, let’s call it ”the YES-side”, it makes me want to set up goals for myself, and SAY YES MORE to things, I would really like to do, or things I would love to be part of or associated with. Not only for the sake of an outcome or result, but also for the adventure itself and the personal development along the way. I want to challenge the stories I keep telling myself about myself, like: ”I’m that kind of person, who does this and not that ….”. I have realized (and not only in my mind), that the stories we keep telling ourselves about ourselves make us who we are. So the only question is, what story do I want to tell myself about myself?

In other words:

If you want to change, change your story. It’s a choice.

Therefore I have decided to challenge myself by doing something, I have never done before, but really would love to do:

In February I’m going to cross The Atlas Mountains to The Sahara Desert by bike!

It takes a pretty good shape (I know!), BUT if I really want to do it, I can do it! Right?

Taking spin classes for the first time in my life, makes it already a Yes-story! During class my spin instructor keeps saying to me (read: shouting!):

”It’s all in your head, you can do it, if you want to!”

And I want to … believe me, I really want to! But I have to admit, that to me it’s not only in my head, but also a whole lot in my legs, my butt and in my lungs (which I need to pick up from the floor everytime I finish a workout!). But I know he is right. It’s a decision I need to make, wether I want to do it or not.

The challenge in Morocco will not only include the hardships of cycling. Sleeping in a tent in The Sahara Desert (the socalled adventurous thing I actually DIDN’T want to do as a first) will also be a part of the trip. MEANING: The possibilities (or let’s call it for what it is: risks) for creepy-crawly species are frighteningly big. BUT, as a YES-woman, I won’t let that fear of mine hold me back from experiencing a unique adventure (for your information, I need to reread this last sentence everyday and all the time to keep myself on track!)

Lately I have seen pictures from a similar trip (also cycling, also Morocco), and I can’t help it: I simply want to do that too! It seems like freedom to me. The incredible blue sky, the reddish, dusty landscape decorated with palm trees and small villages, the wide open scenery with nearly no people, and then the fact, that I will have to travel by human power.

I only have 7 weeks left to get in shape! Do you want to join?

If I can do it, you can do it!















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Join The YesTribe Denmark

Down the rabbit-holePosted by Pernille Bernitt Sommer Wed, December 20, 2017 13:41:52


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Having tea with The Mad Hatter in Central London

Down the rabbit-holePosted by Pernille Bernitt Sommer Sun, December 03, 2017 13:38:02

As I walked through the narrow streets of a newly Christmas-decorated London, I felt lucky. Lucky that I continuously get the chance to meet the people I meet, and lucky that my glasses always choose to see the world for what it also is: Magical.

Without magic, passion, connection and solidarity, life would be less inspiring if not totally empty. You may have to look down the rabbit-hole once in a while to be reminded of what is, and what could be.

Just before 2pm, I found myself in a timeless alley with carbonized bricks and patinated door bells. It wouldn’t have been of any surprise, if Mary Poppins had drifted above my head with her umbrella. I didn’t know exactly what to expect from this place, I just knew, I had to find the door with the number 10 on it.

I rang the door bell.

”Hello?”

”Hi, it’s me, Pernille.”

”Welcome! Come on up. Top floor.”

I pushed the door and stepped into a tiny hallway. A mix of incense and the smell of old wood kept flirting with me all the way up the stairs. I knocked the door, and a friendly face framed with long, blue hair came into sight. He had sparkling eyes and a smile only to be found in Wonderland.

”Come in,” he said with a light, sophisticated, british voice, and closed the door behind me. I hung my jacket and went into the cutest and most charming little room, I’ve ever seen. The floor was covered with a soft, feet-friendly carpet, the colourful sofas decorated with bloomy pillows, and every corner lit by candles and small chains of lights. One wall, made into a book shelf, contained old books from floor to ceiling, while another wall had been replaced by bar windows, through which you had an overlook of the rooftops of Covent Garden. On the green tablecloth several decks of tarot cards were lying next to a sword, a coin, a glass of wine and a smoking piece of wood. A candlestick, shaped as a pentagram, had each candle to represent the five elements: air, earth, water, fire and the human will.

We were about to begin, but first we needed to get to know each other over a cup of tea. After all, we were in England. He swayed towards the tiny kitchen area, with his arms dancing in the air, to boil water. Many times I looked around expecting to see a white rabbit popping up out of nowhere just as I waited for Alice to show up at the balcony.

I was actually quite familiar with the tarot cards before I came to this place, but as the symbolism and hidden meanings are close to endless, so is the learning process. As many people might think (most likely because of ignorance), there is nothing mysterious about tarot cards. The mysterious part may occur depending on who manages the cards. Tarot is basically a psychological reference book based on images, where archetypes (described by psychiatrist C.G. Jung) form a large part of the philosophy.

We went through all the cards, one magnificant story after another. It was a journey lasting for hours. As daylight changed into dark, we went deeper and deeper to reveal the secrets of the human mind.

The mysterious part of tarot (again depending on who manages the cards) can take place, if specific questions are being asked. You can get an answer, that actually resonates with your current situation.

“So do you have something, you want to ask the cards before closing time?” He looked at me with his head tilted and his eyes wide open, like we had now known each other for ages.

“Yes” I said, “there is one thing, I can’t seem to get my head around, when it comes to my private life ..”

“Yes, dear?” he blinked at me.

In that moment I actually believed, that we had known each other for years, so I gave him my question. An hour later an answer revealled itself within me, so we ended the adventure and hugged goodbye, not knowing if we would ever see each other again. As I walked back home to my rented flat, I was still feeling lucky. Maybe even happy!





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Human connection across borders

Down the rabbit-holePosted by Pernille Bernitt Sommer Fri, November 24, 2017 12:19:41


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Welcome to Tea TIME at PeBS

Down the rabbit-holePosted by Pernille Bernitt Sommer Thu, November 23, 2017 19:44:32


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