Blue Returns

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I'm back with the podcast to be a catalyst for creative escape and inspiration. If you're still listening, I'm grateful. I'm not a consistent person except in the department of creativity. RIght now, we need it more than ever. May this poem and the accompanying music and effects lend some calm and motivation to do your own art and writing.

It's a great time to be trained as a creativity coach not only to take your own creativity deeper, but to be a lighthouse for others searching for that shore.
`Jill Badonsky

Narration

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 … 

songs about loves lost.

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.

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