Letter To Myself

The other day I got a letter in the mail. I recognized the handwriting right away, because it was my own. No return address. “That’s odd,” I thought. “When did I find the time to write myself a letter?”

Then I remembered that I took a yoga workshop on New Year’s Day with Christy Brown in Pt. Reyes, during which we took a timeout to write ourselves a letter. Christy must have just mailed them.

This is an old journaling workshop trick that I adore. You write yourself a letter — about your hopes, your dreams, your desires, your goals — and then you have someone else mail it at an unspecified time in the future. By the time you get it, you don’t remember ever writing it, and it’s as if someone else (someone who loves you very much and really, really cares about your welfare!) wrote it to you. It’s quite lovely.

With Christy, a longtime friend of mine and expert yoga workshop teacher, I will be co-leading a retreat in Santa Barbara the first weekend in May. Special guest Helge Hellberg, a renowed sustainable food expert, will be there to talk to us about eating locally and organically (which, incidentally, we’ll be doing that weekend).

Now I have to think of a way to top the ol’ postponed-letter journaling trick. I’ll think of something. Won’t you join me there?

 

Read more and please consider joining us for what I’m expecting to be a really lovely weekend in the Santa Barbara hills by the sea!