Standing in Paihia, next to the treaty grounds, I encountered a national day shaped by remembrance, restraint, and an unresolved shared history — one that quietly challenged the triumphalist narratives I’ve grown used to elsewhere.

A personal charter defining hard financial limits, enforced exit conditions, and the ethical boundaries of risk in the Ice Frontiers project.

Loneliness is what unites us. At sea, we learn how to stand beside it — together.

The resilience narrative is usually a story of happy endings. In the moment, it does not feel that way.

I glow therefore I grow.

From relationships to climate.

Choosing to grow deeper rather than larger.

On the day I left.

At least they have croissants.