Monthly Archives: February 2016

The Best Valentine

“Valentine, St., a saint of the Roman calendar, said to have been martyred in 306 A.D. The custom of choosing valentines on his day (14th Feb.) has been accidentally associated with his name. On the eve of St. Valentine’s day young people of both sexes used to meet, and each of them drew one by lot from a number of names of the opposite sex, which were put into a common receptacle. Each gentleman thus got a lady for his valentine, and became the valentine of the lady. The gentlemen remained bound to the service of their valentines for a year. A similar custom prevailed in the Roman Lupercalia(1), to which the modern custom has, with probability, been traced. The day is now celebrated by sending anonymously through the post sentimental or ludicrous missives specifically prepared for the purpose. But this practice is also on the decline.(2)”

Such is the definition given to St. Valentine’s day by the trusty International Self-Pronouncing Referencing Library. It is a very beautiful and descriptive paragraph, which lays out at least a couple of parameters for the reasons and celebration of the day, and the footnote and definition of what occurred during the Roman Day of Lupercalia leaves little room to doubt that some amount of romance would be the intended result of drawing lots, courting, or possibly of even sending silly little cards by “post”. I have, in addition to that, a thought or two which might add some modern personality to the celebration, and we can step away sharply from the “striking with goatskin thongs” that helped to make up the Roman holiday on 15th February!

My goal in this exercise was to find an older or rather, historical definition and/or usage of the term “Valentine’s day”, and to then translate and weave that wording into the relationship that I enjoy with my Wife. Thus– in the process, I would write her a beautiful Valentine’s note. In that endeavor, I will also limit myself to around 750 words, so as to not lose my love in my more often than not overly verbose style.

 Brevity is the soul of wit. Love– if anything– should be both soulful and perhaps a little witty.

I liked the part about drawing lots, and then being bound to the service of one’s valentine for the ensuing year. It made me think of my marriage to Kimberly, and our commitment to each other. As is the case in marriage, that bond of service is a bit longer than just a year. However, it is the same general idea. For better or for worse, I chose Kimberly as my Wife. It was not by the luck of the draw, although I was lucky that she also chose me to be her Husband! I have often said that I married above my pay grade, and she is a beautiful lady, inside and out. I am blessed to be her Husband.

In being married to each other, we indebted ourselves to each other for LIFE. This year, we will celebrate our 12th imageanniversary. We’ve got a ways to go yet, in the grand scheme of things, and we’ll make it. In my estimation, convincing her to marry me was probably the smartest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m absolutely certain that I could not “do any better” with another– my Kimberly is my match, and I Love Her. I look forward to each and every day that I am able to spend with her.

So, on this coming lover’s holiday, I am so very proud and happy to have chosen as my valentine– Kimberly Sage. She is everything to me and for me. She is my life. She is all that was lacking in my life before I met her, and throughout our marriage has now become the wonderful delight that fills any need or desire with unbelievable satisfaction.

Kimberly, I am thrilled and honored to be bound to your service for this year, for next year… for all the years that remain of my life! I love you– Happy Valentine’s Day!

1. Lupercalia- “Noun, plural… Rom. Relig. A ceremony observed on Feb. 15, in which the priests of Faunus (Luperci) made a circuit of the Palatine Hill, striking with goatskin thongs all women encountered, a rite believed to ensure fertility and easy delivery.” G.C. Merriam, Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary, (Cambridge: The Riverside Press, 1960), 501.

2. Logan Marshall, International Self-Pronouncing Referencing Library, (Philadelphia: International Press, 1914), 414.


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First of all, I want you to know that I value your time… the time that you have taken, some of you on a regular basis, to visit my site. I enjoy writing, and although I would do it if no one were ever to notice, to BE noticed adds a certain gusto to my daily activities. When you comment here on the site, or perhaps “Like” on Facebook or “Follow” on Twitter, I must admit that I am flattered beyond compare.

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The Lovely Lady

~Jon Patrick Sage

On the wall of my office, hangs a beautiful portrait of a lovely young lady. It is the only picture of a woman, other than my wife or family members that I have. If I had to guess, I would say that it will be the only one of “another lady” that would ever be allowed, now or in the future, to reside on any wall in the house, let alone the wall directly opposite my desk. I am confident that the only reason my wife allows it to stay is twofold– the first part being that she knows that, for whatever reason, I like it; and secondly, I am usually the only one in my office, and my dear wife never really has to look at it… at her. “Her”, or that “lady”, a generic descriptive is all that I know of her, of the portrait. I have no idea, nor will I ever, of the origin or name of the lady in the portrait. It is a mystery. She is a mystery. However, to me, it is a grand mystery, one that is better left unsolved. To solve it… to know of her… to place her, would be to ruin her forever. Continue reading

Rose Pogonias, Robert Frost, A Boy's Will, 1913, Jon Sage, Jon Patrick Sage

Rose Pogonias

~Robert Frost, A Boy’s Will, 1913

A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers,
A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun’s right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color,
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
that none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.


Life And Life’s Lessons By The Bay

I awoke this morning to a sharp realization in which I compared my time in this last year alongside the personal relationships in my life… of family, friends, and acquaintances. I mean, we’re all interconnected to some degree, and at different junctures, the severity and/or intimacy only depending on the particular person or relationship in question. If this weren’t the case, then how would we be related at all?

At any rate– I was struck by the recollection that even though I spent approximately 4 months in San Francisco, known by the locals as “”, I was dismayed for not having pursued the City’s identity sooner. Continue reading

The Finite Magic Of Youth

I’ve been away too long I suppose, too far gone to just sit down, and feel comfortable at the keyboard. I noticed earlier today that the chair at my desk was a little higher than I might have liked at that moment, and the question then became– did I set it at that particular height 8 months ago, or had I changed… had my posture changed dramatically since I sat here last. Continue reading