A Message

I went around to ask about Tarra and I was told she was not doing well at all. Hovering unconscious between life and death and they could not tell me which side she was weighing in on the most. It was a lot more serious than I thought or had been led to believe. Not that I had asked .. just figured someone would tell me ... guess that is what I get for assuming.

So Talking to Tarra was out of the question. At least .. talking like normal people do their talking which is only one of several ways to communicate. Now I had no idea what path Tarra was on but I figured I could at least let her know there were some other people out here thinking about her and letting her rest easy in their thoughts.

The basic idea of it is not hard. You work with the elements .. slip inside of them. Wear them until they becomes like an extension of you. Use them like you use a kaiila .. a lance ... or a lariat. Like a tool .. you work with instead of work against. Nature has given us all the tools we need. You just have to reach out and use them. Some are more powerful than others .. some are designed for more specific tasks .. but all in all a tool is a tool. Now it is possible to combine and formulate some of those tools into .. amalgamations. But the thing you run into there is that the more complicated you make it .. the more you force a tool to work against it's own laws .. the weaker it gets. There is a fine line where you cross over from a creatively good idea .... into a really bad dangerous one.

Where the hard part came in was not knowing exactly where Tarra was at. I doubted she was hanging around in her head. Her head was probably a rather uncomfortable place right now. Would be the last place you would find me either. Wait until your body becomes more inhabitable .. then decide if you want to return or not. And if you can not? Well time to move on.

So I took a walk through the grass and I talked to the children of the rain and I painted my message with fire on the breath of the wind.