Childhood Clover
Thomas Moore, in his book, Dark Nights of the Soul, encourages readers to practice a play activity from their childhood as a way to reconnect with their creativity. The suggestion intrigued and delighted me. What would I play?
Last night I strolled by a patch of blooming clovers and found my child self sitting crossed-legged among them, plucking stem after stem from the moist soil. With my thumbnail, I cut a tiny slit in a stem, and threaded a second stem through it until the blossom caught. I made an incision in the second stem, and in the third, and . . . until I held a ring of clover blossoms wide enough to reach around my neck. Sometimes I added bracelets, too, and emerged from the clover bedecked like a woodland princess. I was magic in my clover necklace: magic and majesty.
So this month I will find myself a field of clover blossoms where I’ll sit cross-legged and craft clover necklaces: one for me and one for each of my daughters. And I will be all the ages I have been since I first made a tiny slit in a clover stalk and threaded another through it.
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