The Power of Protection

Last night I had a bad dream. I am sure brought on by high stress. There is a lot of transitioning in my mist! I have always been a dreamer though; some of my best work has come to me in the middle of the night. Anyway, I grabbed hubby’s arm and said babe, I had a bad dream, real childlike. His response was so simple yet so profound to me…

He said, you are just dealing with some fear, but what could you be afraid of laying beside me?

Being the super assertive, outspoken Sagittarius that I am.. that gave me pause. I was reminded why a men’s presence in the family/community was so impactful. Why a young girl dates differently when her daddy shows her how she should be treated first, why the energy in a home shifts when he enters… or indefinitely exits.

I thought about the lack of protection of black women and how it inevitably hardens hearts and deteriorates peace. How essential a man’s instinct to protect is to the security and confidence foremost of his wife and children and furthermore to anyone he leads.

I held him tighter, feeling grateful.

I eventually found my rest.

XO,

Kat