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And So I Write

2026.01.04
And So I Write
Image courtesy of Ms. Copilot (GPT-4o), Some Doodling Pen and Ink Artists, and +he Ghos+, January 2026.

Sunday, January 04, 2026

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Welcome to the show. O/

Midnight changes the calendar, though most of us sleep at least six more hours before we wake.

What's up with that?

Another incredibly early morning here. It's still yesterday on the West Coast. Greetings from tomorrow, California. O/

So far, so good.

Image courtesy of Google Gemini, Some Doodling Pen and Ink Artists, and +he Ghos+, January 2026.

So many sunrises in a row now on Wonderfell. Hundreds.

Thanks for sharing some with me.

It's interesting in its intimacy, this act of journal sharing.

How words shape and build identity show well here.

How each sentence says so much about the writer is worth our wonder.

Respect and reverence for the written word, for language at all, is what this site is all about.

Neglecting to remember the power words have to shape our lives is the cause of everything we see, and hear, and call so much of the News these days.

You see, Dear Reader, this is poet's work. More than the Hallmark Card love letter melancholy business so commonly put on us; we're guardians of words themselves.

I blame America's youth, not our young generations; our civilization's age.

We've only been around a couple hundred years. Our start was a turning away from so much else.

We have no Chaucers, no Miltons, no Homers that aren't yellow. Poets like these shaped civilizations with their testaments to morality.

And so I write.

I write my best to remind us of our best so we can, again, show what's best about ourselves to each other.

It takes story, it takes myth, it takes lyrical language to do that.

Our popular musicians, at times, do their best to remind us the value of Life. But a pop song can only do so much.

Different types of Art are different types of medicine.

A popular song heard by the right person at the right time changes that person's life.

Poetry, specifically Lyrical and Epic Poetry, is medicine for Civilizations.

And so I write.

Humbly, consistently, a voice every morning to remind us Life is still worth wonder. Our dreams still matter.

How we treat each other still defines our value more than any bank account can ever say.
Our words, more precisely our stories and Art, must begin to emphasize this point if our civilization is to endure.

It's time for us Artists to be the grown-ups, take the reigns, and lead.

We are so much better than how we've been treating and talking about ourselves lately.

Most of humanity has a camera, a speaker, a monitor on them at all times these days.

Our phones are connected to The World.

Artists! Let's flood phones with Art, with music, with stories and purge our so called News.

People! There are better things to look at and listen to than what passes for News.

Choose your favorite genre of music for your radio station choice over the channel with the people getting paid to make you angry.

The woman singing her heart out so you can have a better day deserves your attention more. She most certainly is of more lasting value and increases rather than takes away from your quality of life.

When Art takes over a culture it's called a Renaissance. America is long overdue one.

The reality of an American Renaissance is the only way we can bring lasting positive change.

Our understanding of our stories is broken. This requires new stories, art, and music to heal.

There's much to say on this topic. It's part of the point and purpose of Colore to address it directly.

And so I write.

As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.

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Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Doodling Pen and Ink Artists, and +he Ghos+, January 2026.

Wynn

+he Ghos+

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