Notes of Correspondence


I just recently revisited some letters penned to me that I had saved from the early 2000’s. They were beautiful in there sentiment, thoughtful in their presentation, and honest in there attempt to form a connection that extended beyond the telephone conversation, or email.

They are, (and don’t ask me why I didn’t realize it then) love letters of the most profound kind. Vulnerable, prosaic, philosophical, and at times even poetic. Photo’s were sent, instead of scanned, the details and efforts were obvious even in the choice of paper selected. Having re-read these letters over 18 years later, I know him better now then I knew him then. I had forgotten what an important time that was in my life, and never truly understood how much that connection meant to me.

I have never forgotten him, and to this day, even though we have no direct contact, I have followed his career from afar.

It’s nice to be reminded that I too had been involved with some quite intelligent, passionate, and sensitive, men in my life.

When was the last time you found yourself immersed in love letters past or present? -tM

Pen Me a Love Letter

Photography: Unknown | Lovers Wall | Verona, Italy

Photography: Unknown | Lovers Wall | Verona, Italy

Pen me a love letter, send me a love fax, type me a lovers email, Ioveisloveisloveislove, but without the beautiful sentiment of the written word, it loses its immortality.

Make love immortal again. -tM

"I love you because you are you, and because you taught me how to understand…Thus you increased me..My eyes need [you]…and my heart is happy about you." -Love letter from Claude Monet

“We get old and get used to each other. We think alike. We read each other’s minds. We know what the other one wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.

“But once in a while, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.” 

-Johnny Cash to June Carter Cash

"It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory."  -Love letter from Paulo Coelho

JANUARY, 1912 "Now I will say goodnight, as any other time. I kiss you and then I say goodnight and then I open the door and then I go out to the streets with a full heart and a hungry soul. But I always come again to kiss you and to say goodnight and to open the door and to go out to the street with hungry soul and full heart."

JULY 8, 1914
"I always thought that when people understand us, they end up enslaving us — given that we accept anything in exchange of feeling understood. However, your comprehension brought me the most profound peace and freedom I have ever experienced. In the two hours of your visit, you found a black spot in my heart; you touched it and it went away forever, allowing me to see my own light." 

-Love letters from Khalil Gibran to Mary Haskell

Love Letters

Ahhh, the almost forgotten and long gone romantic gesture of the art of writing; the love letter.

As everything else in our world changes and evolves the loss of what once was is inevitable.

I suppose distances are no longer an issue with all the modes of communication available to us. We can whip off a love email, or text, in matter of minutes. Love letters came to evolve over distances, as soldier's went off to war, there was no other way of professing the longing, desire, and love they had for those they left behind.

Great letters brought about by great loves.

I suppose that is why I am a sucker for anything written by hand, you need to make room and time to sit down, to think about what you mean to express. There is no such thing as a delete button when writing by hand. It is a completely different kind of engagement and process, both physically and mentally.

I still have all of my love letters, neatly tied and scattered throughout the pages of some of my favourite books, only to be discovered when the book is uncovered once again.

How about you, where do you keep your old love letters? -tM