Valentine falls at just the right time. Mid February can be bleak and we need a holiday. Mardi Gras falls in there somewhere and I know how to let the good times roll but it can fall anytime in February or March. Valentine's origin is sketchy at best but no matter, it’s predictable, on the 14th, every year. In the 2nd century they were way-too serious about religion and war for romance to have a chance. St. Valentine was about sanctified marriage and Rome was about warriors with no strings attached. Nobody was blowing kisses or whispering sweet nothings. But now we pay attention to matters of the heart. What would life be without sweethearts? Romantic love isn’t really about someone else, it’s about the way they make you feel and nothing feels better. I know match making/arranged marriage is common in other parts of the world and they make a strong argument for it. Your job is not to feel and fall in love but to submit and learn to love someone who has been sensibly chosen by your parents. Young people are too inexperienced it would seem to know what or who is best for them. It is more about obedience, tradition and doing business than about two people and a new beginning. I wouldn’t want that responsibility. I don’t have any allusions about maintaining family tradition or venerating old, out of date road maps. My kids can make their own matches. Most of it is about timing anyway, sort of like pollen in the air and blossoms on the vine. Kiss me you fool, we can share the same breath, rub noses and eat chocolate. How you love is up to you. Crosby, Stills & Nash; And the eagle flies with the dove, and if you can’t be with the one you love - love the one you’re with. If that sounds immoral or selfish then you’re too young, your hormones are still boiling, hung up on possession rather than affection. If you let it, love grows up and it’s way-too sweet to keep in one cup. Happy Valentine.
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