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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.

A slow newsletter.

Not often. Not rushed. When something is ready to be shared — a letter arrives in your inbox. No noise. Just words from the sanctuary, when they are ready.

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Nikita in golden morning light in nature, Salento

Featured · Presence

On Saying Yes
to the Journey.

There is a moment — just before you say yes to something that scares you — where everything goes quiet. Your mind makes its arguments. Your Heart already knows the answer. This letter is about learning to trust that knowing. About what happens when you stop waiting for the right moment and simply go.

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More letters — coming.

Nikita in red dress dancing on Salento rocks with arms raised

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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Nikita sitting on top of a jeep in the Moroccan desert

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.

Coming soon
Nikita sitting by a waterfall in the Asian jungle

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.

Coming soon
Nikita smelling a white wildflower in a Salento meadow

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.

Coming soon
Sitting by the crystal clear sea on Salento rocks

The Sanctuary · Presence

What the Morning Looks Like Here.

A letter about mornings at Il Sentiero. The sea. The silence. The ritual that begins every day — before the work, before the guests, before the world wakes up.

Coming soon
Nikita walking on Salento rocks by the sea viewed from above

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.

Coming soon
Moonlight reflecting on the sea at Il Sentiero, Salento

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.

Coming soon
Nikita holding a baby goat on an organic farm in Malaysia

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