I just watched Letters to Juliet, a light-hearted love story about the power of the written word. I myself am partial to writing notes to people I love — a trait I’ve inherited from my parents. My dad used to write my mom missives of love during their courtship. Mom did this too, writing letters to us, her daughters, with notes about life and loving assurances that all things work out in the end. Re-reading old love letters reminds us of the delicious details of emotion and connection felt by the sender on a specific date. Letters hold the power to rekindling, healing, and resolving mysteries with the very words in them.
In 2005, I had the chance to see Love is on the Wall during the Auckland Festival AK05. How many of us are brave enough to wear our hearts on our sleeves, more so on a wall for all to see?