This February has been an odd month and not just because of its extra day. Truth be told, I’m overwhelmed by the world’s extremes even though we are only two months into 2024. There’s too much of everything: violence, greed, temperature fluctuations, judgment, isolation and despair. I have mixed feelings about the future and where I want to go with my life while I teeter on the edge of a great cliff in indecision.
I picture The Fool’s card in the traditional tarot where a happy-go-lucky fellow and his dog step off into the abyss blissfully unconcerned about where they’re heading. I wish I were that optimistically oblivious, or foolish as the case may be. When I was younger I welcomed this card full of bright beginnings and games of fortune. But now in my mid-sixties I’m hedging my bets and conserving energy. Maybe there’s not enough time to start over, I tell myself.
On top of all the uncertainty, my old patterns and stumbling blocks keep turning up like bad pennies refusing to accept defeat. Every time I think I’ve moved on, they stick their little dysfunctional legs out to trip me up before I even get to the edge of the cliff. If anything I roll down the hill, only to face toiling back up the same path again like Sisyphus.
On this extra day of the year, I look back at the last Leap Day in 2020 on the brink of a great continental shift where the viral tectonic plates completely changed humankind’s landscape. When the dust clears I realize the path has changed but the lessons have not. I continue to struggle with the old insecurities.
Perhaps that’s just the way life is, to constantly experience new variations of the same old songs even as you desperately try to change the channel. The big change from four years ago on this extra day are the hopes and bulbs I have planted all around my yard. As new ones magically appear daily, my soul feels a little lighter, my countenance a smidge softer, my dark mood a bit brighter. Every year I vow to bring in more life that resurrects every spring, that pushes up from despairing ground with impossible joy and colorful exuberance.
This is my leap of faith. I may not be sure what other setbacks and pitfalls the world will hurl at me but I know the flowers always return.