happy thursday

the tradition is that st. valentine is honored for continuing to marry lovers without the approval of the church. he was busted and beheaded on the 14th of february. supposedly he wrote letters to his jailer’s daughter and his last one was cleverly signed, “love, your Valentine.” years later, a king recognized this and sent the first love letter on this day.

centuries after that, someone got smart in the americas and copied the cause for correspondence for their own coital curiosities, thus giving hallmark something positive to cash in on.

if you're wondering what hallmark-ish gift to get for your significant other, you're wasting your time. valentine’s day is to be shared and if your partner is expecting something from you to keep the game going then they suck. if you’ve done something wrong and you think your big dinner plans are going to save your relationship then you’re still wrong. valentine's day should be about the celebration between two people and everything they understand about each other.

i become sympathetic for my old friends, who i still look up to and bless and love the best i can without contact, being as time apart has created in them a resentment and a misunderstanding, confusing their past with their present and has put faces on their pains rather than allowing themselves to simply be, create and grow, and not deny themselves anything. i hug them in my thoughts as i do all the people who’ve turned on me over the years, for reasons often unexplained and unexplored on my part. i’m reminded that it’s rarely me who changes, but my friends, and love must go on in directions where it’s needed and where it gives me the greatest joy when i share it.

i like to think of this calendar event occurring because of birds. birds choose their mates in mid-february. we look up to birds. we envy them. so, we eat candy in hopes of getting some kind of a lift.

it must be in my blood to go back and forth with what this day of love means to me. i make it the best of both the beheading and the beloved to be.

happy beheading to you and yours, may you be successful in finding your bird...

peace and love and better understanding
your valentine if you don’t have one
megs