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I accept that time is a constructāa way we humans have tried to capture and organize our experience. We canāt help it. Whether we are agrarian and wed to the seasons, or banking bits of billable minutes, we live in a world marked by the passage of time. So we need ways to notice it, count it, name it, and measure it.
A 24-hour day turns into a seven-day week which leads to months, years, decades, centuries, all measured with our clocks and calendars. We walk around with time buckled to our wrists, and we consult our time-keepers in paper and digital forms as we plan our way through the passage of time.1
We do our best to wrangle time into something we can control. We keep time, mark time, waste time, invest time, like it is a commodity with limited resources. And in some ways it is, as anyone acquainted with grief can tell us. Our days with one another run out, and we donāt know when that will be, so we try to live gratefully and aware.
But time swirls in the background of all our days even when we practice living intentionally in the present. I canāt even write about that idea without using the idea of a ādayā which is 24 hours, and weāve all agreed to this parsing of time. Except when we remember that the earth wobbles along on an ellipse and an axis that arenāt symmetrical and regular, and there is more than one way to measure solar time, and if I had understood calculus I might be able to diagram it or explain it better.2 So while we agree to the 24-hour day we also quietly agree that actually 24 hours per day isnāt right, and actually 365 days per year isnāt right either, and we have to jiggle time around to try and make our watches and calendars line up with seasons and the sun.
Weāll do it this week, with the crazy time-hop of adding a day to February in order to skip us back into rhythm. Since the 16th century, weāve been adding a day to years divisible by four, unless the year is also divisible by 100, but also we add it to years divisible by 400. (Simple, right?) So in leap years we get this extra February 29th day, and we all just go along with it, and go to work or school like usual.
Wait, what? We get an extra day and we just do normal things?
Why is this not a great big planetary mental health day? A worldwide reset day? A day for all of us to breathe, rest, enjoy, and stop the madness of all the other time-tyrant days?
Or even better, a day to remember those with whom weād give anything to have just one more day?
Poet Jane Hirshfield, in February 29āthe poem she wrote about a friendās unexpected death on a leap dayāwrote:
An extra dayā
Extraordinarily like any other.
And still
there is some generosity to it,
like a letter re-readable after its writer has died.
You can read the whole poem and more from the poet at The Marginalian, here: The Science of Why February 29 Exists and Poet Jane Hirshfieldās Ode to the Leap Day
a writing prompt
This leap year, on your extra day that has some generosity to it, I encourage you to spend some intentional time (there it is again, a consumer-driven use of timeā¦.) and imagineā¦
What would you do with an extra day?
Imagine a day where you donāt have to be anywhere, or produce anything. It can be as free from the ordinary, or as very ordinary as youād like it to be. Itās your day.
How would you spend it? How will you spend it?
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I stopped wearing a watch during a sabbatical in 2018. My focus for those three months was on paying attention, and I knew I needed to pay attention in ways unhitched from a constant attention to measured time. The batteries in my watches all ran down, and I havenāt worn one since. I make do with the clock on my phone and my laptop, and somehow manage to not pay attention just fine.
Hereās some helpful info from NPRās Morning Edition: Why do we leap day? We remind you (so you can forget for another 4 years)
This is a great prompt. Going to use it in my morning writing-- I think what I would do is read a book all day like I did when I had covid and then a week later when I was bored most of the day as I had still been recovering and re-arranged plans as to not have much to do-- anyway... I love spending a day reading a book and then finishing it in the same day. So fun. If it was a feasible idea and actually something that could take place I'd ask my lord or whoever I'm praying to out in the atmosphere of galaxies galore to please allow me a day with my mother. I miss her so much. I'd read on the couch with her while she sat in her father's chair (reading of course)... that's what I truly wish I could do.
Thanks for the prompt. Xoxo. ā„ļø
As I wait to be called back for the latest bone scan (osteoporosis), I am grateful for time to pay attention to nothing but the here and nowā¦and to ponder these prompts for a writing day tomorrow. A gift awaitsāthank you, Julie.