When you’re 49 and you got married at 22 and you’re carrying your overnight bag into your parents’ 8X10 extra bedroom for the first of probably 240 nights until the divorce is final, you don’t feel great. You might feel a little relieved, but you don’t feel like a success story when you can’t even afford a crap apartment. No matter how nice your parents are about it.
My sister usually stays in this room when she visits. It has a twin bed, two white dressers, and 70 rabbit paintings and figurines. I counted them one night.
One of my first nights here (March 2023) I remembered that it had just become the year of the rabbit. I’d just read an interesting article by Dan Reid about it on the Terry Dunn’s Tai Chi for Health Facebook page. “Well, it’s definitely the year of the rabbit for me!” I thought. According to Reid, “The rabbit is calm, refined, affable, and yet ambitious.” Promising! I have plenty of time to study the rabbits around the room while I’m doing Terry’s tai chi warmups. There’s quite a variety. Realistic ones, metallic ones, white ones with blue flowers painted on them, even one Peter Rabbit.
According to the internet, this year of the water rabbit is about adapting and creative solutions. “You don’t say,” I think, looking up from my phone at my tiny room and wondering how the hell I will be able to afford my own place. More part time writing jobs? Sub credential? Wondering whether I’ll lose the part time jobs I already have to ChatGPT. Wondering how my adult kid still living at home will adapt. Wondering whether my husband and I will still get along well enough to go to movies together with our kid after mediation.
Usually before a new year starts (the December new year, not the lunar new year) I think of a theme for my year. I started doing this five or six years ago. My first themes were Confidence, Bravery, and Don’t Look Down. They’ve pretty much all been along those lines. Once, I was going to pick Freedom but I didn’t want my husband to think I was going to leave him. Instead I picked No Limits and he didn’t like where that was going either.
But when 2023 rolled in, I had been very sick for about two months and could not think of a theme. I was just too tired. I thought maybe one would present itself at some point during the year. And in March, as I looked around the room I’d be sleeping in for perhaps the entire rest of the year, I named my theme. The Year of the Rabbit.
Here are two little bits of background about me. 1: When I read Watership Down, by Richard Adams, my freshman year of high school, it became my favorite book. I still didn’t consider myself extra interested in rabbits, but I used to make myself wait a year or two before rereading it so that I would enjoy it more. (Normally I would talk about the book’s gender roles here, but I don’t want to take the time. Look them up if you’re interested.) Though I didn’t think the book gave me a special affinity for rabbits, I do think it gave me more to think about when I entered this year of the rabbit. 2: When I got so sick at the end of 2022, my doctor actually set me up with 8 counseling sessions to deal with it so I didn’t keep calling her. I was having trouble sleeping, and since the illness had begun with a vertigo attack while I was driving, I was afraid to drive. But a few weeks into the sessions I decided to use the time I had to talk about my marriage. Why was I still in the marriage, my counselor wondered. I will refrain from saying what she said about the relationship, but she did ask me if I had somewhere to go and then keep saying, “Your parents have a room.” Why was I still married? Fear. The themes I picked for each year clearly point to what I believe has held me back my whole life. In this case, I was afraid, among other things I won’t mention, to not have my husband to take care of me. My therapist said, “There’s no guarantee that he always will anyway,” and “Your kid will be okay and this will actually be setting a good example,” and that’s when I told my husband that I’d be sleeping at my parents’ until we could talk things out. The talk was pretty simple. We agreed that we weren’t going to be what each other wanted. I don’t know if he would think that sentence is an accurate encapsulation, but that’s the best I can do without going into detail, and I don’t intend to go into detail. This blog is about the year of the rabbit.
Last weekend, a beautiful Sunday toward the end of May, I went to the Sonoma County fairgrounds for the first ever Indigenous Peoples Gathering. It was open to the public, but I felt very white there. Before I sat down to take in the fragrance of the smudging and the dancing, drums, voices, ankle rattles, shining women’s clothing, feathers, and messages of unity, women’s safety, and spirituality, I slowly walked through the booths of jewelry looking for something rabbit-related. There were turtle, eagle, snake, and elephant rings, but I didn’t see any rabbits. What I did see was a book called, “Animal Energies: Interpreting the Messages and Warnings of Animals.” I checked the table of contents. Rabbit! Page 174!
At home, I read the introduction before flipping to the four-page rabbit section, which by the way calls Watership Down “marvelous.” The book is meant for looking up animals with which we feel an affinity or have had an encounter with, be it physical, in a dream, or otherwise. According to authors Sherry Firedancer and Gary Buffalo Horn Man, the rabbit’s message is “It’s time to confront and overcome a fear.”
I could just stop the blog right there. I mean holy crap.
Rabbit’s warning is, “Feelings need not control us.” Who, me? In the few small paragraphs after the message and warning are the quotes “Is the safety of the familiar, even if it is ultimately wrong for you, more comforting than the possibility of something new, and perhaps better?” and “People tend to dislike the fearful parts of both themselves and other people, but virtually everyone likes Rabbit. We need to look upon our own fearful side with the same compassion we have for Rabbit.” Rabbit who first freezes in fear, and, if that doesn’t work, dashes away in a zigzag pattern. Who, me? I don’t want to type the entire four pages, but I feel like it! Every word spoke to me. When I looked at some of the other animals in the book, I found the messages interesting, but none seemed so meant specifically for me at this moment.
I didn’t mean for this blog to be simply a book recommendation, but do buy this book.
I did mean for this blog to answer everything about my life, past, present, and future. I meant for the search for meaning with rabbit guides to empower me and by extension you. I meant for it to reignite the impossible burning belief that there are answers–creative solutions–and paths, and guides, and, if you can adapt, happy endings.
This 8X10 room doesn’t have a closet for any of my stuff, should I come out of mediation without the house, and there’s no shower in the guest bathroom, and though I enjoy my parents’ company, I know this is probably temporary. But the fact that it’s the year of the rabbit makes me feel sure that this is where I’m supposed to be right now. I have already faced some fears and adapted, if only a little.
And physically, spiritually, and metaphorically, for you and for me, it’s only May.