Every four years, the 29th of February appears on your calendars, almost like magic. And for three years after that, this day remains hidden from view, as if it never existed. This manipulation of time would not be needed if there were no calendars.
The equinoxes and solstices were marked, even in antiquity, because it was obvious that a change was taking place on those days. But the dogged attention to hours, days and months was not even considered.
When it was dark, you went to sleep; at dawn you awoke. When the snow melted, you planted. The natural cycles of life were followed and time was not contorted into schedules of convenience for mass production.
In the case of the disappearing day, one wonders what will happen to it should the Earth shift a little more on its axis, when another major earthquake jiggles things around again, for example.
Life on Earth is meant to be an adventure and would not be fun if everything remained static year after year, century after century. Playing peek-a-boo with February 29th adds to the spice of life, reminding you that not everything is permanent and carved in stone.
From the perspective of eternity, we watch you carve up your life into little pieces: work pieces, study pieces, play pieces, romance pieces, family pieces, politics pieces, religion pieces, fragmented pieces that do not always create a whole.
On this day that time largely ignores, why not leap out of your schedule rut and flow through the day clockless and scheduleless? The day is already an anomaly, so who would notice that you're staying in the now moment?
Breathe free for a day.
