2025.02
Morning journal posts from February 2025
A Tangible Friend
2025.02.04
February 04, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ How are you?
Yawn, stretch, you got this.
A couple months from now the sun will be up.
Now, it's a couple hours away.
On with the show.
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There's a lot to say.
Somedays that voice, the one in the wind, sings loquacious, wants a whirlwind stack of words.
I often refer to it as the rhythm of the day.
The unconscious imagination, as psychology refers to it.
Though, I think Spirit, Holy Spirit, makes more sense.
Years spent alone living in dreams to survive, to give meaning to days spent physically drained fighting illness, show the word choice is a better one.
Our dreams come from somewhere, something.
The unconscious is a tangible friend.
We don't have life without a dream of life.
We don't talk about spirit enough. Our yardsticks have no hatch marks to measure it, so we keep from talking about it, at unease we'll express it wrong.
But we do express spirit. In fact, it is all we express.
The moral shape to our stories, pop songs, films prove human interaction has its own shape.
There is a right way to live.
Our stories show us the shape and way of the spirit. We share it, we're made of it, from it, for it.
We're the hero of our own life.
We ought to consciously recognize this shared measurable fact by juxtaposing our experience with that of the heroes in our stories.
Emotional sentiments in our popular music are heroic tests of our strength, major points in our personal story arcs.
The message of the music helps us not feel alone by recognizing the shared value of the experience.
Everyone knows when the superhero wins; everyone cheers.
We have everything in common.
A universal spirit moves the world and shows us our lives have a purpose measurable through our arts.
Some songs make you want to dance, others smile, others cry.
Just like us.
How well the immediacy of the moment of the artist is conveyed speaks to the success of the piece.
What we call Great Art is instantly almost identical to the experience of the moment the artist wishes to convey.
Walk into the Sistine Chapel and it doesn't matter if you're 18 or 88, you look up at the ceiling and you say, "Oh, my God."
And Michelangelo from his grave says, "Gotcha."
We all feel driven at times, something has to be done, and it has to be done now. It's exhausting. It nags and motivates you at the same time. Your belief in the importance of it gives you the adrenaline to see it through. Beethoven's Fifth Symphony knows it, too. Every violin string sings, "Get it done."
Life is a shared experience that moves in a certain way. Art is its record.
Take care, listen to a song, read a book or poem, binge watch a TV series, watch a movie, realize you're not alone feeling the way it causes you to feel because something very real is here to experience and share, and have that better day.
+he Ghos+
A New Way to Grow
2025.02.03
February 03, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hello. O/
How'd you do?
With that thing?
Better than expected I bet.
Good for you.
You deserve so much better than you allow yourself.
Allow yourself so much better.
On with the show...
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Snow again, a soft feathery fall, an easy brush of the shovel.
A falcon dove by the window yesterday, a hundred plus mile an hour dive, scooped up a rabbit and proceeded to eat it on the other side of the fence.
The bird set up a nest with its mate high up a fir tree in the neighbor's yard a month ago.
Abe, of course, barks at them daily.
He chases a rabbit, or many, away daily, too.
The peregrine worked on his dinner. Abe stood at the fence and maybe barked.
What to do?
Thank the bird for clearing the nuisance? Wonder how to grow wings to do the same?
A few staccato barks is all he managed while he watched.
Unexpected help from unexpected places.
It's that kind of day coming your way.
Sun's coming up and dreams of the day.
Checking your schedule is a kind of dream.
Write down Get Good News in the to do list.
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A positive You-Got-This entry this morning. Spring is in the air. Time for growing things.
Plant some new idea seeds.
Maybe the reason so many New Year's Resolutions don't come true is we plant the seeds too early.
Seems just before Winter's end and just after the Groundhog does his thing, is a better time to set a new way to grow.
Tell your family and your friends to plant a new idea too, get on your way to a better you, take care, and have that better day.
+he Ghos+
On Dreams
2025.02.02
February 02, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
The flight from Dreamland is done, time for The Sun.
A few hours till he shows here.
Hope all is well.
On with the show...
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Faerie tales and dreams and magic always good topics for discussion, good topics to read.
Our dreams are myth and mystic representations of our days. Images of stories we digest matched with our sensible moments.
What for?
Our bodies are so insistent to be fed, so loud. We put them first.
But what if dreams and what dreaming does is first? What if what dreams we build while breathing are the point and purpose of Life?
The only way to have a dream is by matching metaphors.
The quality of our stories and ability to understand and express our time awake defines the quality of our lives.
"You can't take it with you when you're dead."
- Common Saying.
And a false one.
Our dreams come with us.
Life: The process of building our best dreams to take back home.
But only if our dreams are worth Heaven.
The quality and quantity of our daydreams determines the quality of our light and our place after we die.
Every action we take while awake is first a dream.
Your dream matched with the dreams that came before decide who you are. Not social status, dream status. And so who you are after death.
So success in Life would become about creating the best environment to dream great stories in peaceful moments alone, and compassionate moments with friends and loved ones.
Building wonderful moments to build wonderful dreams together would be our purpose.
Just some morning thoughts more than likely true.
Take care, build great dreams then build great structures and relationships from them, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
Pixelglyphs
2025.02.01
February 01, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
How's it going?
Sleeping, most likely.
Well, when you rise and shine hope you're feeling fine.
On with the show.
Never thought this journal would become conversational. A 'Dear Diary' thing, talking to the page, and to you.
One of those I forgot someone could feel this healthy mornings.
Fought so long for it.
What next?
Write more!
Heavy wet snow last night.
If you're unfamiliar with snow as an always potential winter weather forecast, wet snow sounds redundant.
It's not a poetic description; it's heavier for the plows.
Your hand started to consume your melting ice-cream cone kind of snow.
Rain in globby vanilla clumps.
The more cartoonishly poetic depiction.
It shapes easy.
Snowball snowman snow!
Ink pen or keyboard, I never thought magnet would be a choice of writing instrument, but here we are gliding this magnetic tipped pen over an E-ink screen.
Conversationally. O/
Wonder how long before emojis make it in the posts.
"Emoji aren't for literature, Wynn."
Cartoons and comic books aren't for adults, my dear antiquated reader.
If it helps your high brow self, picture yourself in ancient Egypt reading a pyramid wall, and intellectualize yourself to the period still located at the end of the sentence.
Hieroglyphs.
No.
Pixelglyphs: Beats a pyramid wall.
A best-seller on your tablet fits better on your beach chair sitting lap than a gigantic sandy traffic cone cryptic crypt from the The Gaza Strip.
Abe snoring on the loveseat. Sunrise an hour away. Coffee's ready. And so is +he Ghos+.
Take care, send a pixelglyph to a friend, text like an Egyptian, and have your better day.