Once upon a time I sat in a field of four-leaf clovers.
A bright and sunny day, crisp and clear, with warm breezy air and a lifetime of possibilities stretched out before me. I held hands with my friend and spoke of poetry and many things, of romance and dreams, of hopes…and laughter.
We peered down at the ground beneath us and saw them, first one, a tiny miracle and rejoiced in it’s discovery. We made a wish and laughed. Then another appeared beside it and we could hardly believe our luck, to be so blessed and then, when the third and fourth and fifth and the realization that there were many, many more dawned on us…we soaked in the gift of the magical moment, hardly able to believe what we were experiencing was real.
For hours, we held on to our time there, knowing it was a once in a lifetime moment, one not to be wasted, not to be trifled with, one certainly not to be ignored. A memory that has lasted a lifetime.
What if we hadn’t looked down?
I wonder about that sometimes,when I take the time to notice, in my hustle and bustle world, how many four-leaf clover days I have missed in my lifetime. Was it really such a miracle? Or is the miracle that we noticed. We paid attention. We were vibrantly, radiantly alive, aware of who we were and where we were, and to every incoming stimuli around us. Even the clover under our feet.
How many four-leaf clovers do I step on to get where I want to be? How about you?
