Anne's blog, a scientist turned open ocean skipper and set to observe the world on her sailing vessel Capsula
It struck me this morning while I was walking along the sea, looking at flowers turning their petals towards the sun. There is nothing else in life but just being. As in existing. Everything else is entertainment. Work, money, passions, travel, power, hate, reading, playing, even falling in love. Just a smoke screen to distract us from the raw truth. Nothing new here, I probably read about it…
I started reading “The end of the Line” from Charles Clover, about overfishing. I expected a tough read. I knew fish populations were collapsing and trawling was destroying the seabed while scooping up tons of sea life. But it had stayed theoretical. When we saw the pelagic super trawler in Whalsay, pride of the locals, I just thought it was an unwise investment. Fish populations are declining.…
A calm morning, a climate headline, and the uneasy feeling that we are running out of time.
On a night watch off Scotland, a question: why do we dream of living forever while trying to kill time?
J'ai peur. Peur du noir. Peur de vieillir. Peur de ne pas être suffisamment intéressante pour mes amis. Peur d'être le témoin d'un océan sans vie. Peur de blesser quelqu'un. Peur que personne n'arrête Trump et sa clique. Peur de manoeuvrer Capsula au port. Peur que le changement climatique soit déjà hors de contrôle. Peur de m'exposer au jugement des autres. Peur de prendre la mauvaise décision.…
when considering worries, perspective matters
We're about to set sail for a second year in the Arctic. Capsula is ready. Am I?
Trading city comfort for Arctic adventure aboard Capsula along the Viking route
I am back in Switzerland for two weeks and took the opportunity to catch up with former colleagues. Outside of work, they’re all amazing people with whom I love spending time. They are nice, smart, witty, interesting. But put them in the work environment and most will become someone else. I’d forgotten how much gossip and backbiting went on in that company. Few conversations didn’t end in…
Last night we visited friends. I loved their apartment: light pouring in, designer furniture, view on the lake and a large garden. And I caught that little voice inside me: “If you had kept working, you could afford this…” But what is “this”? Designer furniture? A full wardrobe? A sports car? Not really. Even when I was working and earning well, I never felt the need for expensive things. Letting…