Love Notes: You Are So Loved
This project was born from a lyric:
“What the world needs now is love, sweet love…”
And if I’m honest, it was also born from my own selfish desire to feel more love in my life.
There was a heaviness in the air.
Fear. Doubt. Anger.
Not necessarily mine — but I could feel it hovering.
And I realized something:
If I wanted more love in the world, I would have to become more love in the world.
For me, that is what it means to return to light.
Not escape the darkness — but generate something brighter.
There’s a lot going on in the world right now.
You might find yourself detaching.
Growing hard.
Numbing.
And I get it. I’ve been there.
But those things dim your light.
And whether you care most about your family, your community, your town, your country, or the entire globe — we need your light as bright as possible right now.
Not louder.
Not angrier.
Brighter.
The most powerful way to return to light in this moment is to remember what feels alive for you.
And I’m not talking about mild interest.
I’m talking about that feeling —
like breaking through the surface of the water,
gasping for air —
I’m alive.
Because when your light dims, it’s hard to feel love.
And when you don’t feel loved, you don’t give love — not fully.
And that light?
That light is love.
So when a woman feels the nudge to amplify her light, she completes the request.
And I happily oblige — sending as much love as can fit inside an envelope.
I steal away.
I get still.
I speak her name out loud.
I write a short paragraph from my heart — just for her.
I ask Love to guide the message that might support her right now.
I draw a card.
I add an affirmation.
And then I send it.
The joy I feel doing this is almost selfish.
Now here’s something most people don’t know:
My handwriting is atrocious.
It has embarrassed me my entire life.
It can look completely different from one sentence to the next.
When I was 21, I went to a nightclub and was carded.
The officer looked at my ID, then at me, and said:
“Teresa would like to get her ID back.”
It was surreal to hear someone refer to me as if I were someone else.
He had worked in fraud analyzing signatures for years.
He said, “This is not your handwriting.”
I insisted it was.
They even called my mom.
He asked her to describe her daughter Teresa.
Blonde hair. Medium build. Brown eyes.
My sister and I sounded nearly identical — except she was eight months pregnant at the time, and I have a very distinguishable beauty mark on my top lip.
Eventually, I convinced him.
But the moment stayed with me.
Someone standing in authority.
Empirical evidence in hand.
Telling me I was not who I said I was.
And here’s the irony:
I am still terrified of people seeing my handwriting.
It isn’t polished.
My grammar isn’t perfect.
Thank goodness for tools that help my words land clearly.
But here’s what I know now:
I wanted love more than I wanted to be safe.
I wanted to amplify my life — my light — more than I wanted to protect my image.
I would not allow fear of imperfection to dim something that could bring warmth to another woman.
Please don’t let your fears win.
The world deserves to see your light.
And you deserve to shine.
And remember,
you are so loved.
