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Morning journal posts from January 2025
Wonder
2025.01.23
January 23, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
How's the day?
Whichever way hope it goes your way.
Do you believe in miracles?
You should.
When you decide what a miracle looks like, you discover a lot about yourself.
You should discover a lot about yourself.
You discover what you value, what limits you put on yourself, on Life itself.
Most importantly, you find where your sense of wonder is.
Our wonder is where what we love is.
Love lives in an impossible place. Wonder is the way there.
With all our math we still don't know why the Sun shows up every morning.
A good morning is a wonderful way, a miracle.
Not a bad writing prompt, either.
About an hour before this miracle shows.
See? A dependable miracle starts each day, makes each day.
So long as we have why, we have wonder, and as long as there's wonder there are miracles.
Take comfort we'll never know regardless how many hows we measure, why there's a sunrise.
You'll have a better day.
Awe is a better lifestyle than apathy.
Gratitude for a chance to feel and think and dream something new is better than an eyeroll at an alarm clock.
Do you believe in miracles?
You should.
You're living one, a living one.
Take care, say thank you to something, for something and have your better miracle.
+he Ghos+
Stuff for the Dark
2025.01.22
January 22, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Starlight, star bright first star I see this morning.
Early.
Even for me.
Most of my life is an exercise in getting to a page to put down words to make sentences.
Once you find something, someone, you love the day becomes a process of getting to them.
Once there the day is only a matter of enjoying the moments made possible by the effort.
Early mornings and late nights always went best for me. People can be so disruptive with their expectations.
The world was loud, soft, sick or well-enough.
It's easier now. The days are more temperate being tempered by the insistence they are.
A quiet room, a place to shine, to write, to dream. My goal for most of my life was to get there.
Every checklist of a day's events included one word: Write.
When I reached remission, I made it the only word on the list and built everything around it.
Life is too precious; do what you love.
Don't make time to do what you love; do what you love.
Make every other action in your day support doing what you love.
That's how to have a good life.
That simple.
"C'mon, Wynn. Everyone can't just do what they love. That would be chaotic," you say.
No. That would be Paradise.
There's more to what we love than what we want. There's a richness there, a dream fulfilled.
So much we have is unnecessary. So much we have we think we need is, too.
Our movement towards minimalism is a sign deep down we know this. We keep what brings us joy, what serves our dream, and let the rest go.
They're thoughts to help myself.
I hope they help you, too.
Closer to sunrise...
An Abe-rolls-his-eyes-at-me-it's-so-early morning.
How are you?
Well, I hope.
The quiet before sunrise is best.
Potential. A reliable punctual friend, the Sun.
There's only so much we can write about the Dark.
We call him Mr. Lights Out, but he's the default state.
Sunshine is extra. Sunshine is stuff for the Dark.
Hippies and their 'We're all stardust' business are right.
Perhaps one day our physical science will come to its empirical senses and include light and color in every equation.
Light, whatever that is, is the only building block of matter.
A blackhole filled with starlight, that's the Universe.
Gravity, the push from the fire.
The Sun's not getting closer; we're fading.
Dreams make a place for the light to go.
Enough of that on another day.
I do hope you're well. Take care, (you little dance of starlight you), rocket scientist or hippie, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
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Text Message Daydreams
2025.01.21
January 21, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hope today finds you well.
All your ducks in a row and ready to fly.
A quick cold spell here. Glad for indoors weather.
People. Been so busy working. Such a longtime since I checked in.
Checking in.
A lot of hello good mornings on this site.
What a way to make a journal, what sentences to write.
Fragments, run-ons, lists galore, quick hellos, how you dos.
Text message daydreams to an old friend.
"Dear Diary, ?"
No.
"Dear You, ."
My clever as ever reader extraordinaire!
Thank you for your attention.
What more to write about but daydreams?
What more to say, to sing, to help the day?
Usual sunrise stuff.
Abe's paws struggle with his desire to stay outside. Frostbite is for dogs, too.
An hour and a half till sunrise.
A journal entry for hellos and thanks for readings.
A day for reflection to help see clearer ahead.
Hope the day finds you well.
Take care, thank yourself for something and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
A Brighter Stage
2025.01.20
January 20, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Snow, hello, away we go!
Hope sleep slept well and your day is easy fulfilling, God willing.
A snowstorm at night always anticipates morning.
The light off the snow makes a brighter stage, about an hour before it starts to show.
Late night. Odd, but practical dreams.
Health returns in increments.
I wrote months ago I've been sick so long I don't remember how well someone can feel until I do.
Been remembering a lot, lately.
Dudes, you got it pretty good.
If you're on the everyday ill train I departed awhile ago, keep the faith, be good to yourself, take care of yourself, and Life will get better.
Be good. Do good. Life will return the favor. She always pays back equally what She gets.
Some hard working people go to work if they catch a cold and push through the day.
For some of us that day is everyday.
For some of us a sick day is just called a day.
Dudes, you got it pretty good.
Onto brighter things.
The Sunrise works.
Just started to show.
Flat white glow versus a crystal light show. The kind of snow skiers like: Powder.
Abe's loveseat slipcover is in bunches, a heavy good night for him.
He recognizes it, looks at me, rolls his eyes and settles for the carpeted floor.
A pampered prince.
Looking through old posts a distinction between typed and handwritten is evident.
Longhand lends itself to sunrise thoughts. A keyboard is easier practicality, an essay versus prose.
I prefer slow sunrise thoughts.
Good news for artists and introverts. Our race turns from a spoken one to a literal one.
Good news for all of us.
"Think before you speak," good advice is obligatory in a textual based society.
To weigh and reflect what to say is just part of the way of basic communication.
Good. We'll evolve faster.
There's more accountability, therefore more morality in every exchange.
Take care, watch your mouth and hands, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
All Self-help-y
2025.01.18
January 18, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Finally!
Today's the day.
The one you've been waiting for.
Enjoy it.
...
When you have a dream and you stay with, unswayed stick with it, stick with it, the whole world moves to bring it to you.
It has no choice. You get what you give. <– Life's rule.
The dream becomes a part of you. The health of it determines your health. And Life wants you healthy. So long as you serve what furthers Life, she'll help you out.
Keep the peace. Make a safe place for the growth of growing things. Keep order, predictability, dependability, respect your space, grow it strong and keep dreaming your dream.
We always, ultimately, get what we give.
Life is absolutely fair;
People often aren't.
Stick with Life, and a few friends you trust, and your days won't let you down.
Sometimes I go all self-help-y.
For some reason I care; the same way I notice the importance of each sunrise and how an orange crested eastern horizon paints a different kind of day than a deep almost purple one.
Take care, be good to your space, hold onto your dreams, feed them what today can, and have your better (more self-help-y) day.
+he Ghos+
The Touch and The Tag
2025.01.17
January 17, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hope you're well.
Why the insistence on words?
With this whole wide world to sense and explore, what's this fascination with words all about?
More than a hobby, for sure.
The experience of Life is only half of Life. The other part is expression.
The two parts that make Life: The Experience and The Expression.
The touch and the tag.
The sense and the word for the sensing.
The touch and the tag.
Language. We rarely consider it because we're considering with it.
I wish these weren't viewed as deep thoughts, but everyday considerations.
Perhaps this journal helps to do that.
We define our own lives.
The better our tools and our understanding of our tools of expression, the richer our quality of life can be.
I don't mean a bigger vocabulary.
Memorization of more words doesn't link anything but memorization to your definition of each word. So the application of the label to the experience you convey includes the task of the labor of memorizing.
Learn new words loving reading and loving the life experiences that bring them.
Your ability to express yourself grows as your experience of life grows.
Experience and expression; touch and tag.
A new means of expression for an experience of life is a work of art.
The more the moment of expression is in the shared expression the clearer it is, and therefore the more powerful the work is.
You share the experience, the feeling and sense of the creation, with the artist as you experience the piece.
I hope my morning moments with my dog and my daydreams have you sat here with us.
Feel free to feed Abe and make us some coffee, while I write the sunrise.
Take care, experience life and express it intentionally, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
Setlist and Stride
2025.01.16
January 16, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hola. O/
What's new, boo?
Boo has many uses, especially when you're a ghost.
"Wynn, you're a ghost."
- Attentive Reader
Thanks, Boo for noticing.
On with the show...
...
What's off-white, poetic, and lately stubborn?
Not me. I'm two out of three.
The Moon, of course.
Sun's here and so is he.
The moon clear as day in the sky.
Where else would he be?
A screensaver wallpaper, trendy aesthetically questionable kitchen wallpaper, a space museum novelty T-shirt?
Sure.
Today he's sky high checking out the morning birds of winter and your daily routine to better help your nights.
A thoughtful, poetic gentleman, the moon is.
We have so much in common.
He's humble, too.
How's your humility?
Cat still got your tongue?
You still do so well communicating yourself.
That meow is yeow!
It's okay to ask for help.
Plenty of cat ladies would love to help.
Humbly, of course.
Weird metaphors with wonderful words, a fun day for sure.
We do the day; dance our dreams to the rhythm of the particular shine we find there.
Every day sets a new rhythm, marches a new stride.
When you're brave enough to take a moment to recognize it, your life goes better.
You're not wasting your dancefloor time complaining the DJ isn't playing what you want.
The day has its own setlist.
You can adapt the nature of your steps, not the nature of the music of the light.
Walk your own walk in the weather of the day.
Take care and have your weird and wonderful better day.
+he Ghos+
Clear Nights, Clearer Mornings
2025.01.15
January 15, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way...
To say: O/
How you been?
Doing your thing?
Getting it done?
Good.
About time you took care of that.
...
The moon for days!
Clear nights.
Clearer mornings.
The sphere stays up, glows up for the past few sun-ups.
Another up with the rise morning.
Sometimes a body wants extra sleep.
Sometimes, lately.
What to write on other than dreams first thing in the morning?
Plans for the day?
Those are a dream until they're real.
Your checklist is a dull itinerary of dreams on the clock.
An uninspired laundry list is still a record of dreams until the clothes are clean.
Regardless how mundane the task, a dream always comes first.
So it's a good idea to sit alone once and awhile and dream what comes first.
Why start the car, or the day, if you don't know where you're going?
Maybe you just want to drive for awhile.
That's going some place to daydream.
Good for you.
Your life will mean more to you when you do.
Backroads are best.
Backroads are always best.
Life is worth more than going faster.
A life based on hurry is a plan sold to you by a glutton who believes their time is worth more than yours.
If a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing well.
If every home was built with the care put into making a cathedral...
You finish that sentence, enjoy your time, dream ahead on purpose and have your better day.