Haven't figured it out yet. All I know is the talisman/charm will have to be significant for a big reason and my hero must believe in its power.
And the talisman's not about luck, it is about faith. I know this might sound corny, but I am a big believer in seeking out those small signs, symbols and natural wonders. I look for signs all the time. I need them. They encourage me, they bring me hope, they settle my fears, and they comfort me.
Here are a few of my symbols of hope, peace, and comfort.
Bluebirds: I love bluebirds. Every house I've bought has had bluebirds flying near by. The house I am in right now has tons of them. So whenever I'm worried about a problem with the builder or the plumbing, I seek them out. It's amazing to me how often these birds fly by my window and land in the backyard just when I need them the most. Seeing them reminds me that I was supposed to be here, in this home, in this time. It's reassuring to me.
Pennies: "Find a penny, pick it up, all the day you'll have good luck." Currently I have a stack of them next to St. Joseph in the niche. I only pick up Lincoln side up pennies--if I see them house side up, I turn them over and leave them for the next person. Just finding a penny, Lincoln side up makes me happy. I feel a bit of luck coming my way. I also have two on my dashboard. Crazy, but I like them there. They give me hope.
St. Joseph: Well, many of you might know the real estate story that if you bury this little guy in your yard, upside down, you'll sell your house fast. We did do it--and 3 days after we buried him, we sold our house. I carried him to the temporary apartment and then moved him to our home here in Alabama. He lives in the niche with the pennies. I kiss him every time the tornado sirens blare. And then I go to the interior bathroom, with a glass of wine in hand, my computer, my cell phone, my purse, and my current WIP as a chair. But first HE gets a kiss.
The Number 3: Birds in groups of three, make me think of the trinity, and they give me peace of mind whenever I am afraid or worried. Once I was waiting for blood work to come back and if it came back positive, I'd be facing some serious health issues. I had just moved to Northern VA and I didn't know a soul. I was very frightened, and I'd go out for these long "prayer" walks by myself. I'd basically talk to God, aloud, and occasionally cry and more. On one of my lowest days, I was walking back into the subdivision's main entrance and three BLUEBIRDS flew ahead of me! In that moment, I knew I could face whatever came along because I wasn't alone. Not at all. Thankfully, those tests came back negative--but my peace of mind was restored long before by the presence of those winged messengers.
Oddly enough, my daughter (who is a math genius) has a thing for the number 3--she likes numbers divisible by three and chooses certain ways of doing things because of the order in which they fall. She can divide any number almost instantaneously by 3. It's a very important number for her.
Butterflies: I was in a bible study and we were discussing Christian symbols. The butterfly was given as an example of a great symbol expressing the potential for positive transformation. I loved the idea of being seen as a tiny, crawly not so beloved little human who, given time and space to mature spiritually in the cocoon of God's love, can emerge capable of great flight and spreading great beauty. That imagery me gave hope for my own human potential and my own transformation. I found myself seeking them out whenever I could--and they appeared more often, and when I needed them most.
Perhaps the greatest gift given to me was on the day my dad died. We were out of town when it happened. We had to fly home from Texas that day. My mom called early that morning to tell me the news. I knew Dad's death was inevitable, but I couldn't bear the idea of telling my daughter, not quite 8, before we got home. I withheld the news from her and it was a long, very difficult day for me. I cried secretly, I called my friends from the airports between flights, and I sucked back my grief.
We arrived in Dulles, got into the cab, and all the way home I prayed for the right words to say to my daughter. When the cab pulled up to the driveway, we stepped out and a huge, monarch butterfly was drinking nectar from the flowering bush next to the house. And then I knew Dad was okay. And I knew how to talk to my daughter about losing her Opa. We went inside, and we got out a book I'd bought months earlier about losing a loved one (written for children), and we sat on the couch as a family and we told her. And we cried, but then I said, Opa is in heaven and he's strong and painting. She remembered the butterfly and asked if he'd painted that. Maybe some people might think I'm wrong for saying it, but I said, "Yes. Opa's got an easel in the butterfly department of God's heavenly kingdom."
The words comforted her and gave her hope. Me, too.
Ultimately, the value in the symbol isn't the symbol itself, it's the reason it became valuable to you.
These are a few of my signs, symbols and talismans. What are yours? Why?