Questing

Thinking of William Morris reminded me of one of my favourite tapestries - the search for the Holy Grail. I like the abandonment of the shields at the edge of the forest, and the path winding irresistably between the trees. Who knows what awaits in the shadows? The wild wood lies at the boundaries of our consciousness - we know that someday we may be required to venture into its territories. Yet the shields suggest that there will be a return - we will come back as story tellers, with something to share with those who ask us (not all will ask and stories should not be foisted on unwilling ears).