Madeira creates distance and space in which, for the first time, I began to distinguish what was truly mine from what I had carried from other people all my life. First, I moved halfway across Europe. Only later did a much harder move begin: the journey from learned patterns back to myself.
Letters from Madeira are something of a diary of my journey. About letting go, forgiveness, returning and new beginnings. About moments when life seems to fall apart in our hands — and we gradually discover that perhaps it is simply making room for something truer.
I write them from the island. But perhaps they are also for anyone setting out on a journey towards themselves — wherever they happen to be. On the map, and within.
Czech original Monika Dvořáková · MadeiraDream
