Love notes and life rafts

Today I wrote two love notes. Once I finally get started and get all the stationary out and the pen ready in the mindset right, I just want to keep going. It comes so easy once I get started. But the act of writing a card to someone I love happens less and less these days. The more texts and social media become a thing, the less the handwritten card gets written. The less the phone call gets made. And even less, the knock on the door to see if someone is home.

when we lived in Los Angeles we lived between two people in their 80s and 90s. They both welcomed the knock on the door. This is such a thing of the pass and it’s so missed. Often I would have to call them while I was knocking on the door because they couldn’t hear the knocking. And they always went from not sure who was there to totally delighted once they registered it was me and my children.

this is a salute to love notes and love efforts, whatever they may be. Whether it’s knocking on the door, picking up the phone, picking up the pen to write a note or even picking up the phone to send a text message. Whatever works for you, let yourself just do it. Without pomp and circumstance. Just with love. You never know how it’s going to make someone’s day. How your reaching out could make all the difference to them.

In fact when I finish this post I am going to text three people I haven’t connected with in a while, just to send them a little love. I’m sending you love too. Love notes are life rafts.

Extra and always love to my dear friend Danay who transitioned this time last year. She was famous for her love notes. She sent birthday cards in the mail. She sent thank you and goodbye notes to her nearest and dearest. She wrote love notes to all of her surgeons and caregivers before her double mastectomy years ago. She wrote love notes and more importantly, she lived love.