I haven’t written on the blog for a while, after doing so religiously for almost an entire year. But I have been writing everyday, in a different format- love letters. Letter writing to my children, especially to my son started when he was learning to read at age 5 or 6. It started as an exercise to help him with his reading skills but caught on and has now evolved into a nightly routine. Even when we travel we leave them with letters to read for every night that we are away. This has kept on for almost four years.

Lately I have started to do this as well for my husband. He has been traveling so much for work and I know how these trips are a mix of highs and lows. It is the quiet moments after an exhilarating busy day that get to you during these trips. I would not be there to keep him company so I write letters to give him solace. It also serves as a form of journaling for me since I write to the person I consider my safest space.

The letters are also balm for my waning energy. I have been very deliberate about how I spend it lately, trying to stay centered instead of sapped. I choose to focus it only on my immediate family, on the work that I ought to do and on interests that give me fuel. The letters are part of this new energy source and I’m happy that my loves find this as a respite as much as I do.