February - month of transformation, of transition from Winter to Spring: when the days start to get longer, trees start to blossom, flowers sprout from the ground... We can talk about rebirth, we can talk about awakening, of new awareness after the hibernation of the dark Winter days...
Or not.
Or we can just say it is a month at a certain time of a year where, because of the position of the sun and the way the Earth obits it, there are longer hours of light. Full stop.
We always tend to give a meaning to everything. A bud blossoming on the almond tree represents the awakening of the mind, no! It is merely a blossom opening as blossoms do at this time of the year. A person calls you: it means they want to complain; a letter received and not yet opened: for sure it's so and so to say there's something wrong; the way the client looked at you: surely she wants to say she's changed her mind; why did they put two exclamation marks? are they trying to say they are annoyed? And so forth.
Our lives are so ruled by our way of perceiving the simple things that happen to us. We are inclined to fill everything with meanings, elaborating and even changing the truth, to prove our paranoias are true, to confirm our crazy mechanisms, to enable us to be right again. We even change what is real to do so! Even if being right might entail being upset. All these feelings and emotions pouring unconditionally and without refrain over every single little silly matter, transforming things into massive stories we love to tell and elaborate, stories that then become what we will certainly live, which eventually become the stories of our lives.
We leave no space for things simply to be.
Let's think of a white page: our life to come – where facts occur: some good, some less pleasant, where nothing needs to mean anything. Where things just are. Simply. And we face whatever in a sense of free, quiet and empty Wonder.