According to Wikipedia:….
Valentine’s Day, also called Saint Valentine’s Day or the Feast of Saint Valentine, is an annual holiday celebrated on February 14. It originated as a Western Christian liturgical feast day honoring one or more early saints named Valentinus, and is recognized as a significant cultural and commercial celebration in many regions around the world, although it is not a public holiday in any country.
Several martyrdom stories associated with the various Valentines that were connected to February 14 were added to later martyrologies, including a popular hagiographical account of Saint Valentine of Rome which indicated he was imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers who were forbidden to marry and for ministering to Christians, who were persecuted under the Roman Empire. According to legend, during his imprisonment, Saint Valentine healed the daughter of his jailer, Asterius, and before his execution, he wrote her a letter signed “Your Valentine” as a farewell.
The day first became associated with romantic love within the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the 14th century, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. In 18th-century England, it evolved into an occasion in which lovers expressed their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as “valentines“). In Europe, Saint Valentine’s Keys are given to lovers “as a romantic symbol and an invitation to unlock the giver’s heart”, as well as to children, in order to ward off epilepsy (called Saint Valentine’s Malady). Valentine’s Day symbols that are used today include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten valentines have given way to mass-produced greeting cards.
Saint Valentine’s Day is an official feast day in the Anglican Communion, as well as in the Lutheran Church. Many parts of the Eastern Orthodox Church also celebrate Saint Valentine’s Day, albeit on July 6 and July 30, the former date in honor of the Roman presbyter Saint Valentine, and the latter date in honor of Hieromartyr Valentine, the Bishop of Interamna (modern Terni).
I HAVE HAD MANY SPECTACULAR VALENTINE’S!
In rememberance of love I thought I might try my hand at a little poetry…. (don’t judge me I ain’t no Maya Angelou, but here goes)
O, how I yearn the sting of loves embrace,
that seasons blend upon the lips of sweet romance.
The flicker of light that glows softly from your souls window,
Soothing the sound of your steady heartbeat,
a resting place for a restless mind.
The open door of vulnerability,
lures me safely to shores of tender touch…..
Beckon, summon, call
this heart is always yours.
REMEMBER PEEPS IT IS NOT WHAT WE SPEND BUT HOW BRAVE WE ARE TO OPEN OUR HEARTS TO GIVE A GLIMMER OF HOW RED OUR HEARTS REALLY ARE.
So as I end with a tale of my most disastrous Valentine’s I hope that a bit of laughter at the absurdity of the story will set the mood straight. ……after all I an still standing and chuckling at the sheer audacity.
So it was 1999… yes I am that old….hard to tell I know.
I made plans to finish work early!
Flew home….put the roast in the oven….after all the way to a man’s heart is his stomach….mmmmm maybe not. But the idea of walking into a candlelit home with petals scattered to hearts content and the welcoming smell of food I thought was a sheer win to romantic bliss.
Carefully selected table settings placed strategically picnic style….you see from the table to the floor in magical embrace can break something you know….so on the floor to the floor is pretty safe…..lol.
Bubbles in the bath with awesome aphrodisiac inducing oils etc etc I thought would unwind a maybe stressed lover. …just in case….be prepared!!!
Favourite music play lists. …jazz of course….theirs not mine… to add to the spell of loves agenda.
Let’s just say……the expected arrival time was missed….roast dry, bubbles deflated, candles burnt near to the wick and petals well worn a path into the carpets….eish.
And suddenly the tinkle of keys at the door announces the arrival of the expected adoring lover and game back on….a plan will be made…somehow…..always a trick up the sleeve …..or two.
In prances Mr with another to announce that love was indeed not mine but theirs.
Needless to say I was thrilled that the roast was dry, bubbles deflated, bath cold and candles near dead.
Darn straight I took my expensive aphrodisiac massage oil with me…..lol.
Yes it hurt like hell but having a flair for the dramatic I guess audacious and perfectly timed it could not be more….
Yes it happened!!!!
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY.
Be your beautiful self!!!