A blessing for those of us who are mad, who hear voices, who see visions, who walk the edges of this world and the next.
May we reclaim the wisdom that has always been ours, the knowing that cannot be taken.
May we find the ones who speak our language, who honor what we see and feel.
May we be met with the understanding and tenderness we deserve.
May our spirits be recognized as whole, not in spite of but because of who we are.
May we never be tamed by a world that does not understand us. May we remember that we belong, always.