Are women ever really friends?

       Are women in this world ever really friends?

       Friends in the way of do or die loyalty, the way men can put each other before all else?

       Or do wo-men just use each other as sounding boards and time-passers under Patriarchal rule, always ready to toss each other over -- with saccharine platitudes or bitchy throw-downs, as per situation and individual personality -- for whatever patriarchal priority insists it must have more attention:

       A need for more free Time.

       An available man, or a straying one, that needs tending.

       A new job or an old one,.

       The children.

       Crisis, lies, a million betrayals, tiny and large.

       You break each other's hearts again and again, and that weakens you.

       This is not the wombeing way.

       Wombeings put the love of each other first.

       And from this love, which encompasses all things, every other priority is met, and met well.

       It is a whole different way of looking at the world: Women as first cause.

       Women First.

       Looking with each other and at each other through the eyes of the Divine.

      

Wombeing Integrity is the path of strength.