“ (…) The person who might take us out of ice, who might even psychically free us from our lack of feeling, is not necessarily going to be one to whom we belong.

It may be, as in the story, another of those magical but fleeting events that again came along when we least expected it, an act of kindness from a passing stranger.
This is another example of nourishment of the psyche that occurs when one is at the end of one’s rope and cannot stand it anymore.

Then a something that is sustaining appears out of nowhere to assist you, and then disappears into the night leaving you wondering (…)

This is not a fairy tale we are talking about now, but real life.

Whatever it might be, it is a time when the spirit in one way or another, feed us pulls us out, show us the secret passage, the hiding place, the escape route.

And this coming when we are down and feeling stormy dark or darkly calm is what pushes us trough the channel to the next step, the next phase in learning the strength of the exile.”

Clarissa Pinkola Estés in
“Women Who Run With The Wolves”