As the journey continues, maybe I’ve come to realize that I can now drop my Arthurian sword I’ve often used as a symbol, to strike the ground symbolizing peace and victory. Maybe I no longer need something so flashy. Maybe I no longer need a sword of power that can easily become violent, used to conquer or even defend, to represent simple surrender, the dropping of shields and the willingness to both be led and walk together? Maybe it is as simple as the symbol of silence or at most, a whispered ‘yes.’
