It was my dance teacher’s birthday and we celebrated her after class with love notes. Leaving class, I had the basket of notes in hand along with the metal frame.
One of the Lovelies had a painful break up and came to meet me with plans for us to get drinks.
We walked through the mission, me carrying the notes and frames, until we found the perfect spot in a wine bar with a window seat.
The server kindly and curiously asked about the frame and notes. To which I replied, “We are here to do a live love note installation.
And so we did.
In between cursing the break up and dreaming about the future, we engaged with all the patrons who wrote notes.
The next morning as I looked at the frame filled with notes, I could feel the magic.
Of it all.