...casting a shadow of judgement?
....conforming to a system that only sees you in your incongruent light?
If I live in my true authenticity, aren’t I too becoming part of my norm?
Or maybe your norm.
What if normalcy lived only in a moment, my moment free of judgement, following a forgiving heart that has been broken in a thousand pieces only to be put back together by the safety of truth.
My truth, your truth, our truth.
So who am I to judge normal?
For me, normal lies in the moments of freedom when I am consumed only by nothing.
...Feeling the warmth of the morning sun as he kisses the mountaintops goodbye.
...Lying in a bed of lavender, as the hummingbirds drink only from their sweet nectar. Hearing the hawk’s call as it echoes through the canyon.
....Feeling a warm muzzle as her whiskers tickle my cheek.
You see, Normalcy for me lives in truth.
When my authentic self can express freely without thought of judgement. When I can dance in the arms of safety on the foundation of my own truth.