I Held Blue Captive

Feeling blue?  Here's a reframe of blue for you. Dedicated to the memory of Ruth Bader Ginsburg and all women who are ruthlessly dedicated to making the world a better place. Subscribe to a Muse's Daydream of Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Stitcher and where most podcasts can be found.

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Dedicated to the memory of Ruth Bader Ginsberg

I held blue captive yesterday in a large plastic tub from Target.
 The sky went white, the ocean orange, the blue jay red.
 I took blue out and wrapped it around me to feel how blue could feel.
 I felt the history of the sky. 
 I knew its gravity, its view, its preoccupations, its ubiquity. 
 I knew its limitlessness. Its grasp of orbit.

I tasted blue, it tasted grape. 
 It smelled of delphinium and pie and the sea.
 I spun it in the air, blue turned to cadmium, azure, denim, satin, velvet.
 It turned green in the sun's yellow and midnight as the moon turned its back.

Then I set blue free.
 It seeped out of the tub, out my door and in grand ceremony, at once filled bird and sky and ocean  ... 

And then I wrote this:

Sometimes I feel like I’m held captive  

Then I remember  if I want I can seep of out my tub, out the door and in grand ceremony,   fill the sky, like blue.  A lot like poetry and prose and art, music and dance and then maybe have some pie. And so can you. Ruthlessly dedicate yourself to your passion.