2025.02
Morning journal posts from February 2025
Wonder Fell
2025.02.12
February 12, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
And a good one at that!
O/ A little enthusiasm from your friendly Ghos+ to start the day.
Clocks in sync? Engines fired? Buckled up? Ready to go!
So, on with the show.
The moon is bright up right up over my left shoulder through the window.
Moonlight off of New England snow is effectual; you can see where you’re going.
Which is a good thing should you be going somewhere.
Reassurance and all.
What’s new in the world called You?
I hope something wonderful. You really do deserve it. Serve yourself some wonderful. You’re starved for it. You really ought to take better care of your wonderful.
Friendly advice from your friendly (and humbly wonderful) Ghos+.
“Where’s the deep dream thought parade today, Ghos+?”
Abe’s sleeping on it on the loveseat.
‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’
*Especially if they’re floating on a pillow top of dreams.
Perhaps the moonlight and me lighten the night-almost-morning together.
Perhaps we dream awake.
Would be a dull dream to dream about dreaming.
Unless dreaming was your superpower.
Superpowers are almost never dull.
Except superstrength. Why weight?
Only so much heavy lifting can accomplish.
This site with all its wonderful ways forms a record of when and where wonder fell.
Wonder Fell, an apt title.
The right name in magic and in measure means everything.
To contain the possibility to hold the meaning of everything possible about the thing is the function of a name.
Like your own.
The word is a storehouse for all the dreams of the word.
The days wonder fell.
Take care, do something good on purpose, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Choreography, Adverbially
2025.02.11
February 11, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
… to start the day, of course.
O/ Glad you made it.
Let’s go.
On with the show.
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Adverbs.
For some reason, my cup of tea-not-coffee wants to speak on adverbs.
“Pick a stronger action verb.” – Seasoned Writer/Teacher
But, if everything is its own collection of molecules dancing their particular dance, isn’t everything an adverb?
At very least a verb.
The chair I’m sitting in is doing its best to express being a chair.
A big lump of space doing its best to be a comfortable choreography of molecules best suited to hold me while I write. Rather comfortably too, I might add.
Yes, this clump of atoms is chair-ing quite comfortably.
A comfortable clump of atoms dancing chair-ily.
In fact, you (yourself!) are a clump of quarks moving Your-Name-ily.
I’m moving Ghos+-ily to the next subject.
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How’s the sunrise?
Still a full moon for the light source. Still a heap of hound dog molecules on the loveseat sleeping dreamily.
In defense of the adverb, it’s all about rhythm. The same holds true for the semi-colon.
Want to aggro the closest group of angsty authors? Simply use the words adverb and semi-colon in the same sentence. Tell them to loosen up, be happy for the tools, stop complaining and get back to writing….
Clearly, concisely, rhythmically, prolifically, metaphorically, wholeheartedly; adverbially.
Take care, remember grammar is a canvas, not a prison (reference your text messages for further explanation), and have your day wonderfully.
+he Ghos+
I Write the Sunrise
2025.02.10
February 10, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Back. O/
Another episode of Sunshine Times, with +he Ghos+.
Hope all is well.
On with the show.
Words and pictures, pictures from words.
Still a couple hours till sunlight. Slow word morning so far.
They have to show up, the words have no choice.
Even words saying words don’t want to show up are words showing up, not to mention self-contradictory.
Write them down. The rhythm’s the thing. Give the sentences a melody for the words to fall into.
It’s what my ‘Good morning…’ starting line is for… The drummer taps the sticks, time to play.
It’s also kind and poetical like me, of course.
Humble, too. Also like me, of course.
How’s your day?
Nothing profound or poetical to say this morning. Other than the poetry of practicality.
It’s a journal, a chronological record of the sunrise.
“I write the sunrise.” A good tagline. If ever a journal should have one.
Sometimes it’s just time for coffee, breakfast, feed and walk the dog.
Sometimes it’s talk about the weather.
Though, get a poet writing about the weather and watch out (!). Meteorological Meteor Metaphors come pouring down.
- There’s dreams.
- There’s the importance of dreaming.
- There’s morality of the spirit. (The only kind of morality, by the way.)
- There’s faerie tales and magic. (Hints, at least. There’s much more in another place, at another time.)
- There’s you. Could hardly have a here without the there of you. A word without an audience is just a funny grunt. Remember?
Find a friend tangible or imagined (though they’re the same), don’t grunt funny, start your own journal or keep one going, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Snowfall
2025.02.09
February 09, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Snow is of course water waiting for warmer moments to color the world green.
There’s no quiet I know better than a before sunrise still during snowfall still.
A cool white comforter covers the earth with the reassurance of ready rain.
Breakfast is in the freezer when the world wakes.
Just warm and serve.
About a foot when the sky is done.
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O/ How’s your day?
Calm and on purpose with purpose, I hope.
There’s always much to write.
So seldom snowstorms are at sunrise, though.
Better to go out with my Texas hound and watch him run around in snow drifts, hopping happy for his relocation.
Take care, make a snowman, make a sandcastle, make a smile, and have a better day.
+he Ghos+
Hola, Cherry Cola
2025.02.08
February 08, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hola, Cherry Cola.
How’s today?
All’s well pray-tell, on with the show.
Forecasters talk of snow like Winter never happened before.
Flaky white rain.
Disintegrated clouds burst and tumble like a million dove feathers on a just before green Spring Day.
Goose down coming down!
A better way to cast the weather.
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Where are you?
Tropical, temperate, desert tundra?
Sunny seaside sauna?
Write your own description of the weather.
Text it to a friend.
They like it when you’re weird.
Good weird.
Not weird weird.
That would be weird.
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Fun morning.
Dove feathers, goose down,
Good weird in the air!
Dog snores from the couch,
So many dreams here to share!
Persistent happiness and consistent rhyme, happens quite frequently, happens time to time.
Perhaps if I wrote only in metrical verse (though I secretly do), there’d be happiness in all these words to you.
Take care, float on air, smile when you say: Live your best dream… have your best day.
+he Ghos+
A Certain Way
2025.02.07
February 07, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Welcome back.
How was the ride?
Sleep sound?
Dreams ready?
All systems go?
Away we go.
This way we go...
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The aesthetic changed, with so many entries easier navigation is helpful.
The change allows for a few new choices.
Hope you like it. I’m glad to see it, perhaps you are too.
Good.
On with the show...
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A lot on dreams this month. But what follows a dream?
What’s Beautiful.
Our understanding of Beauty is off. We tend to think in cosmetics when we ought to think in start of the Universe ways of the World themes.
Everything, Life Herself, moves in a certain way. The truer we step our dreams to Her song the more beautiful our days become.
You don’t have to create a great piece of art to accomplish making something beautiful. Just have a good day.
Have a dream. Work to see it done in accordance with the ways of Life.
Do that. That’s a beautiful day. It gets us to define what right living means to us. Something so sorely lacking from so many lives.
The truth of which shows in Daily and Nightly News shows.
Ancient Greek life had something called Virtue. What moral ideas and ideals run the world?
We all know in every story when the hero wins.
What’s up with that?
Mugging an old lady isn’t right. Helping her to cross the street is.
What’s up with that?
Bullying isn’t right. Compassion and understanding are.
What’s up with that?
They’re questions of virtue. And proof virtue exists.
There is a certain way to Life, including human interactions, that is right.
Our stories prove it.
To live in harmony with it is to live a beautiful life.
To create a song from its song is to make art.
To paint a picture from the painting called Life that song plays here to see is called art.
To shape sonnets and stories with words to express our experience of the story the moments Life’s song allows is art.
They’re all also beautiful things to do.
Take care, recognize virtue, be beautiful and have that better, more beautiful day.
+he Ghos+
A Touch and Feel Squeaky Book
2025.02.06
February 06, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
Check how you’re doing.
Weather, weather, weather.
Talk about the weather.
Remind you, it’s good to see you again.
Follow it all up with a usual catch-phrase.
On with the show...
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Good day vibe today.
We can always, and should, find a positive way to see our day.
Sometimes it’s just here preloaded at wake up.
Preloaded.
Blame sleep. Dreams like when you do.
Plenty of talk on dreams around the site. Link!
Been almost a year since I started putting the morning pages down and posting them public.
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Everyone loves a picture book.
Perhaps not Abe.
Unless we put a squeaker in it. A touch and feel squeaky book.
Like you some days…
Voice cracks from the excitement of good news from a friend.
A handshake. A hug. An exclamation pointed squeak (!).
Good vibe today, good sleeping dreams slept.
Sun’s coming up. Off-white shrugs off grey and slow dances with blue.
A little snow in the forecast.
The sky agrees with the weather forecasters.
Not always the case around here.
Mother Nature likes to troll the meteorologists in New England.
Enjoy your moments, your weather, your time, take care and have that better day.
+he Ghos+
Hitting Hi-hats in Their Sleep
2025.02.05
February 05, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hello.
How are you?
Still alive, I see.
As I’m +he Ghos+ that’s debatable here.
Either way, let’s enjoy the day.
Away we go, on with the show.
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One, two, one, two, three, four.
This entry is in 4/4 time. Keep up.
Standard rock and roll beat.
No club steppin’ drum machine here.
A veteran percussion specialist, at it so long, hitting hi-hats in their sleep.
Sun’s up soft, a little lavender rouge powder professionally placed by some celestial cosmetician for the stars.
The fiery floating orbs making galaxies kind, not the Hollywood type.
The deep thoughts on dreams the past couple posts turn to descriptive depictions of the sky.
Maybe the neighbor’s roof, their chimney topped with a hi-hat to keep it exit only.
New England winter: Been there. Done That. Got the flannel.
Shorter entry today; going to look at the sky; put other words in other places; semi-colons sky high hi-hats float by...
Take care, read a book or a text message, figure out what you think about the sky, and have that better day.