I thought about writing a post regarding the dark origins of Valentine’s Day but while reading the New York Times Book Review yesterday I took notice of the weekly Time Capsule feature. The gist of the article was the most seminal and erotic texts stemming back to the 1st Century B.C. The article features 50 book jackets arranged in the order of original publication. Some are popular: The Thorn Birds, Fifty Shades of Grey, Portnoy’s Complaint, Madame Bovary.  Others more obscure: The Country Girls, The Lady of the Flowers, and some none would argue are erotic: Venus in Furs, Tropic of Cancer, Lady Chatterly’s Lover, The Story of O.

Since I read voraciously and write, I thought about ending the blog with more about these titles, but I thought, no. What does Valentine’s Day really mean to me.? Yes, I show my love and appreciation to my husband all the time.  I am grateful to my family, co-workers and friends and to you, the wonderful person who drops by to read my blog.

Falling in love is magical and there is nothing like it, but love to me is timeless and endless.  The more I give the more I receive back from the universe.  Love never grows old or predictable.  Each of us defines it in our own way and our personal experiences shape who and how we love.

This all being said, I am wishing you all a very Happy Valentine’s Day.