Letters from the Sanctuary
Writing from
the path.
Honest letters on presence, nature, the journey inward, and what it means to live close to the Land & Sea.
Featured · The Sanctuary · Presence
This Is What a Day
Looks Like.
No alarm. The sea before the world gets loud. A journal, three questions, and someone who is really listening. A letter about what actually happens during five days at Il Sentiero.
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Travel · The Sanctuary
Faith Brought Him Here. A chance ride from Prague, a full Moon under twenty-five friends, and a stranger who became a friend.
A BlaBlaCar ride to Vienna, a philosophical conversation about simulation theory, and an invitation that turned into a full Moon gathering under twenty-five friends. A letter about hosting the stranger who left telling me I was right about Salento.
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The Path · Nature
Embodying the Wild Woman. The untamed, instinctual part of every person — and why I chose to live from there.
I have always been a little wild. Climbing trees as a small girl. Barefoot in Thailand. Swimming naked in the sea at night between plankton. A spear made from bamboo. This is a letter about the part of me that refuses to be fully tamed — and why I think that part is sacred.
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The Sanctuary · Presence
This Is What a Day Looks Like.
No alarm. The sea before the world gets loud. A journal, three questions, and someone who is really listening. A letter about what actually happens during five days at Il Sentiero.
Read the letter →
Travel · The Path
A Year in the Desert. What the Sand Taught Me.
On arriving somewhere for a week and staying for a year. On living with your feet in the sand. On missing the water so much it tells you something.
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Travel · Nature
Going to Asia to Feel Safe. What I Found Instead.
I went with an intention. The jungle had other ideas. On what happens when you travel to find yourself and realise you were never lost.
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Presence · Nature
Slowing Down Enough to Smell the Flowers.
Presence is not a concept. It is a practice. It begins with noticing what is right in front of you — the wildflowers, the light, the sound of the sea.
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The Path · Nature
On Arriving Somewhere You Have Never Been — and Knowing.
I had never been to Salento before I moved here. I saw a house for rent and felt it in my entire body. This is a letter about that kind of knowing — and learning to trust it.
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The Sanctuary · Presence
What Happens Around the Fire.
Every evening at Il Sentiero ends the same way. The fire, the darkness, the sound of the sea. Something about fire makes people honest. This is a letter about that.
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Travel · The Path
I Started Walking Without Knowing Where to Go. I Ended Up on a Duck Farm.
My visa in Thailand expired and I still didn't know where I wanted to go. I took a bus to Malaysia. And then I just started walking. This is a letter about surrender — and what happens when you stop needing to know the destination.
Coming soon"Writing is one of the practices. I offer it back so you do not have to begin alone."
— Nikita