One hundred eight yak bone beads. Off-white, unbleached, each one hand-carved from Himalayan yak bone. The grain of the bone is visible — fine lines, tiny pores, the texture of an animal that lived above four thousand meters.
Yak bone malas are worn for protection and devotion. In Tibetan practice, bone carries the energy of the animal — steady, unshakeable, built for altitude. Count through them with your thumb. One bead. One breath. Bone against skin. Nothing extra.
