Haha mes Frenchies… I just discovered that in the XVIII th century, in the Northern France was celebrated “Valentinage” which later became Valentine’s Day.

Valentinage allowed the wife to make love with the man of her choice for a few days with the husband’s full “permission”.

The chosen man was called a “Valentin” and chosen by the lady. The main idea came from the fact that affairs were considered a break from routine, supposed to keep everyone on their toes and reignited the tired and familiar woes of marriage. And so instead of keeping those sneaky, they were done with everyone’s “blessing”.

Once a year, you were allowed to put your hand in the cookie jar… doesn’t that sound like a thrill ?

As much as I  cherish the advances we have made in technology and will not trade my iphone under any condition. I must say France in the XVIII th century was quite evolved in terms of relationships and were obviously trying innovative solutions to harness the power of Love

Wishing you a year of LOVE and Raining Men starting this very minute !

And while I am writing, I received this lovely inspiration from my friend Nancy:

Passion burns down every branch of exhaustion;
Passion’s the Supreme Elixir and renews all things;
No one can grow exhausted when passion is born!
Don’t sigh heavily, your brow bleak with boredom;
Look for passion, passion, passion, passion!

- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)

~She