Love Letters

by Starla J. King on February 21, 2014

I knew I loved her when I started writing her letters (even though it wasn’t until a little later that I realized I was actually IN love with her. Sweeeet!!).

I knew I loved him (hi Eric), even though he wasn’t yet born, when I wrote him a love letter in the form of a poem, scrawled on a tiny piece of paper when I stopped at a rest area on a road trip.

I know I love them — friends, family, clients, others — when my heart overflows onto the keyboard, and melts into theirs through words written, words read.

I was planning to write wistfully here about how we just don’t write love letters any more… and then I realized I had it all wrong, so very wrong, because we still write love letters; we just mostly use a different medium now.

We write love letters through home-baked goods and healthy meals offered as tangible, ingestible love.

We write love letters as prayers whispered quietly, fervently, in the sacred space of our home and heart.

We write love letters through the genuine smile offered a stranger, the tear we shed on behalf of another’s pain, the book we send as a gift, the fresh flowers we snip from our garden so that love can grace someone else’s bedside, kitchen table, or office.

And me? I write love letters in the form of blog posts.  And a book called Wide Awake. Every Day.

And even once in a while with pen on paper: an extended hug tucked into an envelope, sent to an actual address, to be held — literally —  in the recipient’s hands.

Let’s keep “writing” those love letters, in whatever form, to each other … and to ourselves.

with love,
Starla j.

(p.s.  Later this spring, I’ll be introducing a new Writing Mentoring service — that includes good old-fashioned hand-written letter writing.  Sign up here to stay updated!)


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Ros Nelson February 21, 2014 at 7:10 pm


I love Google searches which think
for me. As I put in words spelled
badly, Google struggles to make sense
of my fingers on the wrong keys.
Without any judgement.

If I type in: Mary Oliver, it gives me Mary
Oliver who married James Lobb
in 1794 “after Banns at St Merryn”
when I really wanted to know
about a poem that might be
called Messages.

Haven’t found it yet but I am sure
that Google will come through.

It has offered, in place of Messages,
Wild Geese, Thirst and Henry Carpenter
marrying two women
named Mary Polly, but unable to locate
Henry’s wife Mary Oliver.

Ah! A few more clicks and success
is mine, where I find Messenger
not Messages and the first line
“My work is loving the world.”
Something we all agree on.
Thank you Mary.
Thank you Google.


Starla J. King March 20, 2014 at 11:19 am

Ros, I have read this response several times over the past weeks and have loved it every time!!



Dawn February 22, 2014 at 8:13 am

This resonated w/ me this morning. Thank you.


Starla J. King March 20, 2014 at 11:19 am

my pleasure, Dawn. Xo


NJD February 22, 2014 at 3:24 pm

The most lovely blog – ever.


Starla J. King March 20, 2014 at 11:21 am

ah, NjD, you kinda ARE a living love letter.


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