As usual I had an anger tantrum with my parents. I couldn’t shout or scream. But I cried and cried and my fingers wrote and wrote. But this time it wasn’t in my diary. It was on an orphaned sheet of paper. I wrote until I was empty and it was full. Then I took that note and cellophaned it to the door of our fridge for my parents to read. I was nine.
I had forgotten about my ability to heal myself through the art of letter writing until I attended Nithya’s workshop in 2010. And then it struck and stuck.
Since the past 2 years I have written letters – letters of gratitude, letters of anger, letters of love, or forgiveness and nowadays I write Post-Its and put them up on my bedroom wall. These are not letters to people always. For a year I wrote to money. I wrote to it how bad and angry it made me feel by playing such games with me and ruining my relationships. I wrote to God telling him I was angry at him for not listening to me. I wrote to my house that I partly owned telling it I hated it for not attracting good tenants. I wrote to my job pleading it to make me feel loved.
Apparently, every time I have written to any of these, they have replied in mysterious ways. My heart healed and I could see them as loving beings. The situations passed and I restored faith and healed my relationship with them.
Writing to myself has healed me. Appreciating myself, writing a gratitude letter to myself has always brought tears to my eyes. “God! I love being Me!”, I find myself exclaiming. 🙂
For a few friends and for myself, writing endless letters to a past lover and mailing them to yourself worked wonders! Everything I wanted to say to them felt said when I read this mail in my own mailbox.
Nowadays, Post-It’s are a hit – I love putting Post-It’s saying, “Dear Deepti, You are the joy of my life!” or “Dear Deepti, You are so graceful!”.
The simplest acts filled with love are the most powerful healers.