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A frostbitten soul by the sea

I still haven’t gotten fully warm. It’s more than three months since Everest, but I still suffer from an inner cold. The cold has spread to cold fingers, cold toes and plenty of shivers, even in a summer’s sunlight. My fingertips are cold even in 28 degrees Greek warmth. Yes, I survived Everest without loosing [...]

Postat 13 september, 2011 av anneliepompe i English, Filosoferande, Fridykning

Interview in english @ wonderful Velokova.com

For all who complain that this blog is mostly in Swedish – Here’s a link to an english text about my last adventures and thoughts :-) Velokova is also a very inspiring woman and blog-writer! http://velokova.com/2011/07/interview-with-annelie-pompe/

Postat 4 augusti, 2011 av anneliepompe i English

Videoblogg #12 Everest i foton

Ode to travelling

On the topics of ode’s (see previous blog topic below), I want to dedicate a love letter to travelling. Because I love travelling. It’s my favorite addiction before all others. It even beats physical training, hanging around in the sea, being halfway up a mountain and eating salty liquorice. I’m loyal and constant in my [...]

Postat 27 december, 2010 av anneliepompe i English, Filosoferande, Travels and thoughts

Exploring the mind

You have to experience it. There’s simply no way to describe what 10 days of silence, mindfulness training, meditation and yoga does to you. Your mind and your body and everything around it changes. Every time. I’ve done this many times before, but still – It changes everything. Because your perception changes. And the way [...]

Race against what

I feel like I’m in a race, which is usually not a good sign. Racing means going as fast as possible towards something, but I’m not sure what. I don’t believe in too much forward-ism, in too much focus on the goal. I beleive in doing the best I can in this very moment. In [...]

Postat 29 oktober, 2010 av anneliepompe i English, Filosoferande, Travels and thoughts

Memories of my deepest dive

I remember the pressure of tons of water on my ribcage, as if the sea gave me a great big hug before I started the return to the surface. The swim towards the surface took an eternity and two minutes.

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