For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give names to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.

As they become known to and accepted by us, our feelings and the honest exploration of them become sanctuaries and spawning grounds for the most radical and daring of ideas. They become a safe-house for that difference so necessary to change and the conceptualization of any meaningful action. Right now, I could name at least ten ideas I would have found intolerable or incomprehensible and frightening, except as they came after dreams and poems. This is not idle fantasy, but a disciplined attention to the true meaning of ‘it feels right to me.’

" — from “Poetry is Not a Luxury,” Audre Lorde (via chazkeats)

(Source: commovente, via chazkeats)

And it’s finally shorts season, freedommmmmm!
Just a friendly reminder that the universe is bigger than you’ll ever be able to comprehend, that we’re constantly moving within it and never stagnant, that the dust that makes up the stars exists inside of you, that time is  a concept we made up to help us comprehend what we never will and that you will always be the universe in ecstatic motion. Oh and look up every now and then, breathe and take in the splendor that is the world around you. Peach sunsets are great but the best part is that they’re different everyday. You might be small in comparison but my goodness what a fantastic thing it is to feel that energy, omnipresent and all encompassing. Have a wonderful week ahead.
"Anna Fisher, astronaut, with stars in her eyes on the cover of Life magazine in 1985. She was the first mother in space."