It is the same for the woman in exile. If she is an ugly duckling, if she is unmothered, her instincts have not been sharpened. She learns instead by trial and error. Usually many trials; many, many errors. But there is hope, for you see, the exile never gives up. She keeps going till she finds the guide, the scent, till she finds the trail, till she finds home.
Home is ultimately the “self”. Exile is seeking all things external to self for validation and love. Exile serves as both cocoon and ostracism. Either way the end result is change and growth, leading to a more self actualized state of being.
