I subscribe, for the most part, to a Carl Jung'ian view of things, and I feel very lucky that so much of the satisfaction of who I find my self to be is reflected in the thoughts and ideas he most-eloquently described, the truths of which are so personally self-evident as I continue to take them in, and find the senses to understand.

When I once asked a friend “Does luck really have anything to do with it?” she replied "Luck: not so much but sorta kinda maybe sometimes, every now and then perhaps ;)”

No better example of how I, personally, view ‘luck’

Jung’s idea of “meaningful coincidence”—when one event is apparently not directly responsible for the other, yet the two are seemingly and meaningfully related—lends directly to how I ‘feel’ about such encounters.

As he wrote, “…it cannot be a question of cause and effect, but of a falling together in time, a kind of simultaneity.”

I have my time, and these botanical mutations have theirs; it is in the synchronicity of these two timelines as they weave themselves together in conscious moments which provide me with singular events that mean so, so much.

To make a short story long, these special clovers are all over the place: they just need someone to make, or take, the time to stop, and look.

In the end, it’s not really ‘luck' which brings one to such things :)