All my roses were delicate and fragile, some of them sick; afflicted perhaps by inherited weaknesses. Perhaps this is the price to pay for such beauty. One day I dropped some mint leaves into a vase of my roses. The voracious mint surrounded and embraced the roses, guarding and protecting them. Now they grow beautiful and lush, without our help and without weaknesses. That’s when I started thinking about the smell of Talent. The talent we need to live.
Talent that allows us to have everything. Our bees great wealth.
Talent of life. The talent that if well protected can bloom undisturbed. Mint and Roses. This is the theme of the sixth Talisman. The Talisman of Talent, the light of genius that could flourish and grow in us all. A light to be protected as it in turn protects us.