There is no getting around it. We are, without a doubt, creatures of habit.We have to establish certain rhythms in our lives and we suffer discomfort when our habits are interrupted Ė more so as we grow older.
Before I started this letter today I had no idea what to write about to You. By rights I should not have forced the attempt. But I was compelled. It is repetition over time that forms habits and I have been writing to You regularly
for over 40 years. To miss even once is like missing a beat to the music. I prefer not to miss a single opportunity to connect with You. So, I write to You about this habit, and about the necessity of writing to You even when I have nothing to write.
I regularly draw from a well of words that are too lame to describe the deeper connection I seek through these letters but they are the handiest useable instruments I can gather. Thus I construct our relationship with words even though I understand their faults. If only I could master just "being" for You in the way You are being for me; no words, written or spoken, would ever be necessary. But, You see, to frame that thought itself I must use words.
So, I am resigned (not unhappy) to write to You regularly using words. I must suffer their weaknesses and You must endure them. Itís telling that Iím already thinking about what to write in my next letter to You, but Iíve come up with nothing so far. If I canít come up with something maybe I should just let it go Ėbut I wonít!