This first came to me during the pandemic when hopelessness seemed to reign supreme. Late at night, when the small village I was living in was quiet, I would wander around town hanging these in trees, on front door knobs, railings, statues. I must have hung hundreds, and never got caught. One day on the front of the local paper, was a picture of “Loved” hanging in a tree with the caption, “who is behind this”. Spreading love in the world is a calling we can and should answer as often as possible.