I know the phrase is often “Lady Luck,” but when I picture an embodied luck it’s neither masculine nor feminine, but a bit like a little boy sprite, not yet changed by the world or the body and still bouncing from place to place with excitement and chaotic randomness. I have recently been frustrated with luck, and when I tried to imagine it as a being, this image came to mind. Well now I can’t be frustrated anymore, but must join the rest of those seeking a little luck, by asking nicely and offering opportunity for the little luck sprite to come play in my yard.
Little Luck Sprite,
I invite you here to play, to favor me with your lightness and brightness.
I invite you to smell the flowers that are just now blooming here.
I invite you to squish the mossy ground with your tender bare feet and chase the puppies across the porch.
Favor me with your presence.
I’m ready.
I won’t chase you away and I’ll feed you.
You can play with my sons, who will think you funny and fun.
You can sing with my husband, who will remember his silly songs for you.
You can dance to the music that we will play for you.
I will write silly poems and lullabies for you.
Will you favor me?
Your favor is not finite or withheld.
It is not an object but a presence, a spirit.
It is a gift that can be given anytime, anywhere, to anyone.
We need only ask, and give space for you to play.
Little Sprite Luck, I have prepared a place for you to play.
Will you come?
Stay a while?
