Talisman

I was sitting at the fires when Tarra brought me a gift. A talisman. One she had made herself. It was made with dark beads with flecks of white in them and five shells. A larger one surrounded by the four others.

She told me that they had meaning .. that one was for the man I am. One was for the brother I am .. one was for the son that I am and the other was for the father I am and will be. The fifth and center one was the connecting spirit. The spirit that unifies emotions and elements.

I asked Tarra what made this about me .. as opposed to any other man for many men are these things. She told me many men are some of these things but very few are all of these things .. containing every element.

Now I asked several subtle questions and by these questions I learned more about the process and rites she used to make this talisman than anyone at the fires would have supposed.

I have spoken to Tarra about the elements. Their weaknesses and strengths in me. And I appreciate the talisman for it will be quite useful to me if the rites were done appropriately and I must assume they were for this is Tarra I speak of and not some new wet behind the ears Spex.

I tucked it into my vest pocket so I would not leave it behind at the fires and I eventually made my way to my own fires ... still with my thoughts heavy and entwined around the importance and power of such a talisman as this.