I have a friend that always finds four-leaf clovers.
Especially if she was going through a hard time, she'd take a walk and spot a four-leaf clover in the grass and we would smile and say her spirit guides were supporting her.
It didn't happen once, or twice, but all the time (and still does). It's kinda amazing.
This was about seven years ago, and I was going through a difficult time and desperately wanted a sign that everything would be ok.
I would take a lunchtime walk on the National Mall almost everyday. And on this day, I decided to search the grass for a four-leaf clover.
I scanned through clumps of grass all up and down the mall. I sat and squatted to focus on different patches of clover. I walked around and tried to "sense" where my lucky clover would be.
After about an hour, I was annoyed that I hadn't found anything. I felt defeated. So I sat down and gave up my search.
My eyes stopped looking and I realized that in the middle of the clover patch right next to me, there was a perfect imprint of a horseshoe. It was like it just appeared once I unfocused my eyes and stopped looking.
What I realized in that moment was that I was looking for someone else's sign.
I had wanted so desperately for my sign to be a four-leaf clover that I had overlooked MY sign of a lucky horseshoe. I lost faith that MY sign would come in its own time, in its own form.
This was a turning point in my relationship with my intuition and my personal journey.
I couldn't compare my healing journey, my spiritual journey, my life journey with anyone else.
The answers I am seeking are within me. I needed to invest in a healthier relationship with myself to build that trust in myself.
I learned not to look for something specific, but to be open to receiving what comes.
I trust that what's meant for me will come to me in its own way.
I practice being open to receiving what comes instead of looking for something specific.
And since then, my signs come in the form of birds (especially cardinals and hawks), the number 4, and other patterns and synchronicities.
With love,
Ming-Wai
