Squeaky Toy Daydreams

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Hello, again. O/

A few hours before sunrise and Abe already with a squeaky toy.

I told him to keep the noise down.

Now, he lays with Stuffy Fluffy Cute Koala by his head and looks up at me from across the room.

"Quiet, Abe. There's a time and a place for play. Right now, go back to sleep."

Being a good friend, Abe's back asleep in his bed.

Interesting morning.

When you create a constant you recognize variables.

Some are easier to notice than others.

Squeaky toy at 3am squeaking is one noticeable variable.

We do this with our days.

We have our schedules. We make sense of what's new. We call what's new what happened that day.

But a whole lot more happened than just what's new.

Everything is happening. Always! All the time!

Every noun is a molecular verb dancing its own choreography!

Wonder! Life alive! Exclamation points this early and so many... guess I found my squeaky toy, too, Abe.

Life! Alive! Wonder!

Hope all's well.

More well-tempered punctuation on the way.

On with our show...

How's you day?

Constant well-tempered? Variably exclamatory? A well-balanced mix?

However prevalent the squeaky toys of your life are I hope they find you well and that you're squeaking them with as much enthusiasm as you can squeak.

"Deep thoughts turn to squeaky toy daydreams, Wynn?"
- Reader with a Good Question

Sometimes fun is its own reason for being.

Sometimes 'because I enjoy it,' is the right and only answer.

Like your dog with a squeak toy.

"Squeaky toy daydreams turn to deep thoughts, Wynn?"
-Reader with a Good Point and Question

There's no shallow end in my pool; I dream in color.

All of them, all at once!

Back to the morning, as soon as it arrives.

Wonderfell stays true to each sunrise.

Some are dull.

Some are vibrant flowery prose abounds shows.

Some are checklist to-do's for the day.

Today there's a sense of play at play, the sentences want irony, want wordplay.

Abe's a constant loyal friend.

He's also a barometer for fun.

"What's the fun forecast, today?"

"Did you check The Abe?"

A little breakfast, a few daydreams at the wall, at the sky, even checked the News.

Cancel Culture is everywhere.

No, it's not.

See?

Si.

What to believe in and how?

Wonderfell is here to help that question.

Not a cult or a religion, the only resurrection talk here is of Wonder.

Centuries of Science squashed it, tried to cancel awe.

Here's something to cancel: Look up at the sky, see the sun, see the moon, count each star and realize how insignificant you are, then... cancel it.

Because you are here to be able to recognize every star, to sound every sunrise with words and breath, to exist at all means you have a place in this place under a canopy of stars.

You, this speck of dust on an astral sphere caught in the gravity of a star.

Supernovas, blackholes, moonbeams and your dreams of right, wrong, and a place for, and a face to... Love.

You are a miracle.

There is no way to cancel that.

How could you ever dismiss the heavens?

Stare at your feet all day?

Your feet came from somewhere, too.

"Yes, there was a Bang, a really Big one, and now everyone wants to fall in Love."
-Cancel Culture Sometimes Reader Who Is Really Just a Lonely Person Begging for Attention

Look up! Each star is just as amazed you exist as you are amazed they do.

You have Life.

Somehow, someway, you're here.

To be alive is only as wonderful as you're willing to recognize it to be.

I recognize it wonderful.

I know you do, too.

You have Life. Dream something beautiful and make it.

And make wonderful this wonderful (sometimes squeaky) day.