I was just thinking of myself as a cake, a Margi cake. Unique and I was born like this. When I went to school I put on a cover, an icing of adaption. I found school very scary because it was. Life was scary enough without being frightened by teachers. My icing was my intellectual ability and my kindness. It was what I had most easily available in my store cupboard. What was yours? If you don’t like cake, think of another example. Underneath the icing I had all this latent ability to relate and describe delicate things. I went into my head and it took me so many years to fully engage with my body and get my feet on the ground. If people couldn’t split from their bodies so many would go mad, because life doesn’t make sense. As the Feminine comes in, the mind will heal. We are at a transition point in the history of the Feminine and one aspect of this is standing up for kindness. It’s happening slowly but it is happening. Take heart!