Brothers.

Dreams have been wild lately. There were heavy rain clouds. The sun poking through in some pockets. I knew I was back in Tepoztlan. I was happy being back on the land that nurtured me in 2021. A home. Except visually I was Spain. A friend from Tepoz apologized to me and said she wanted to have a space again in my life. Then a dark magnificent rain cloud passed through. I walked the cobble stone street of Tepoz but was in Spain. Looking at the Flamenco classes and feeling so bummed that I had left my shoes home.

I woke up early to pack for a road trip yesterday and had 2 realizations.

1. I want to be remembered as a woman who operates with a high level of integrity. Meaning, I also want to be held accountable for that bar of intention.
2. I pray for brothers. Not male friends. There is a difference. Friends would fuck you if they had the chance. Its so easy to sense the difference. If there is a sexual pull from either end... IMO... there is no authentic line of friendship.

and send Sisters. Dear Sisters whose highest value is integrity.