I was meant to be

I was meant to ride the time of a spiral reaching its beginning.

I was meant to be beside the gate. Not behind or in front, but greeting those searching and found.

I was meant to feel what lies behind the energy of the unseen. The web design of life, intersecting lights to guide.

We are going to be ok, we will make it through each night with grace.

I was meant to be heard and sacred.

Me

fyeahqueervintage:

At Mona’s 440 Club, San Francisco, 1945. From left to right: Kay Scott, Butch Minton, Jimmy Renard. 

i love my Nana’s hands. the wrinkles on each finger. the skin tone of a hardworking Sicilian. i talk to her once a week now. i know once i call it will be over 30 minutes of gossip, talks about a photo album she is creating, opinions of my dad’s after stroke care and how her flowers are doing.

i will always feel safe in these hands