The forest is not an actual place with trees. You don’t whack your way through it with an actual sword, searching for an actual treasure.
The cave is not an actual hole in the side of a mountain. You don’t need to fashion a literal torch to illumine your steps.
The dragon is not an actual beast that literally needs slaying.
But the forest is the terrain of your inner life. The cave is the darkest crevasses you’ve been avoiding entering most of your adult life. And the dragon is the enemy—albeit, one you’ve likely created—that protects the golden treasure to your freedom.
You don’t need braun. You need willingness.
You don’t need armor. You need grace for yourself.
You don’t need a sword. You need courage.
The dragon is not an actual beast, but it's likely more scary.
