The idea of writing ‘Love Letters’ to people I truly cherish was born long before this website took shape…
Surprisingly, the people who came to my mind first were rarely those I’m in close contact with in daily life, nor do I have romantic feelings for them. They’re rather the ones who, for one reason or another, have left a lasting glimpse of tenderness along my path.
I believe that most people — if not all — deserve to receive a love letter at least once in their life. That is why it feels especially important to me to simply begin ‘writing my heart out’ publicly.
For the love letters to follow, I hope I will dare to be even bolder, more honest, more fearless and — should the Muse decide to favor me — more poetic and extraordinary.
It is not always easy to find the right words for what longs to be expressed. We often tend to be overly demanding and critical of the ways we put our feelings into words. Yet, the only thing that truly matters is to let the heart speak freely.
Have you ever received a love letter that touched something sacred, subtle, perhaps even unseen within you until that moment?
If not… Can you imagine writing one to yourself, with exactly the words you need to hear right here, right now?
Whom could you share our heart with today — even if you decide not to send it to them?
Love can be expressed to any being that is alive — here or elsewhere. It can be found in a tiny fleeting moment, a small gesture, a meaningful gift, your favorite dish, a place you love dearly or a memory you treasure forever. You can convey it in any way you can imagine. It can be as short as a ‘Haiku’ or as long as your words of appreciation wish to wander. There are no limitations.
Here’s my first ‘Love Letter’ of — hopefully — a whole upcoming series, and I dare you to write one yourself before this year ends.
If you already know whom you are writing to, but aren’t sure how to start, imagine someone dear to your heart asking: “Tell me about …….!”
Today, I’ll tell you about Cambra Skadé.
Cambra came into my awareness only a few years ago. I was reading yet another issue of the heart-warming magazine “HAPPINEZ” when an article about her workshop on creating your own altar caught my attention.
Everything about her world seemed enchanted and mystical to me. But she truly had me when I found out that she recommended the journalist who booked her workshop to place a tiny curtain on one side of the altar — “to keep ideas and wishes that still need to grow, thus still need protection and are not ready for the world yet”. To me, this extraordinary idea represents the energy of her whole being in a single glimpse.
A little while later, I just had to order some of her books. The first ones were a Christmas present from myself to myself. They are so incredibly dense with magic, sweetness and fascinating thoughts that even a single page seems to be able to nourish me for weeks.
Cambra gives me wings, and it is beautiful to fly along the traces of inspiration she brings into the world. I sometimes wonder what it would feel like to be a guest in her home for just a few days. In my imagination, no retreat experience in this world might be able to equal that… I feel that the days would seem endless and wondrous, like a childhood memory, and the nights would hopefully be short and full of storytelling and mystical, yet playful rituals. Even if sleep is sacred for me, I would deprioritize it for the sake of nourishing my spiritual, artistic and soulful aspects in such an extraordinary environment as hers. And I would truly love to meet her cat Katalina — assuming she is still walking this earthly plane.
“Cambra” means “room” in Catalan. Maybe Cambra came to inspire me to find that room within myself… Maybe I’ve been longing for that room for a long, long time, and she gently began knocking at its door through her artistic sharings, taking me on a journey that nourishes my innermost being.
On a soul level, I would now simply smile and say: “Cambra, thank you for showing up on my path again in this lifetime!”
And, who knows, maybe that’s already enough.


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