2025.04
Morning journal entries from April 2025
The Dear Lesson of Deer
2025.04.30
Wednesday, April 30, 2025
Good morning, the Wonder Fell Way.
Reader, reader reads at night,
In her bed by cellphone light.
Knock, knock Chica Keats the sky's alight.
Wake up, stand up, let's do this day right.
O/ Hello.
Some fun friendly throwback lines to a dead Tyger riding writing predecessor of my craft, and a message to you now:
Sun's almost up buttercup, time to shine your Look-So-Fine.
On with the show...
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Fire, what lights the day?
Not fire.
The Sun is a mass of cosmic electricity.
When water meets electricity sparks fly to make fire.
Fire is for people, lightning lit spheres rule space and the human race.
Get too close to The Sun and you don't get burned; you get shocked.
What's worldly burns; what's divine sparks a light show inferno.
Speaking of... Sunrise just started to show. A nice temperate Spring day, otw.
Nice is an easily recognizable thing, never forced.
A world where deer run free is a kind world. So easy a meal for hunters, a sign that Mother Nature recognizes kindness as the best way to do business.
That's the dear lesson of deer.
And you my dear readers, as always, take care, be kind, know kindness, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Work Like This
2025.04.29
Tuesday, April 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Gotcha.
Those reader eyes of yours are mine for a moment, best make the moment last.
Hope all is well.
On with our show.
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Words and what words can do; one of the themes of this journal.
I think about it, dream about it, all of the time.
What words are for and what words do, then doing that, is my Life's work.
It's part of who I am and what I am, like blue eyes and a reverence for, and love of, making words.
Cover my eyes with any color contacts and they're still blue, fashion me in any other work and I still make and dream and words, and words, and words.
Cover ups, both acts would cover up my true self.
Strip down, bare-bones, who and what I am.
A guy who shares words to share his unseen dreams with the world: With you.
Maybe you have some work like this, too.
I know you do.
I hope you find it.
Hope you recognize it.
Hope it brings you joy the way sharing these words with you does for me.
You'll know it by how it makes you feel.
Like there's nothing else in the world as important as what you do while you do it.
This morning with its array of songbirds and determined woodpecker, with its punctual sunrise, with its promise of warmer than usual Spring day temperatures, all for a backdrop stage design for the work I love.
I hope my words find you in a day when you set aside some time to do what you love.
Take care, take care of yourself, do what you love and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Every Piece of Your Peace
2025.04.28
Monday, April 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Early morning, an hour an a half before sunrise.
Sat with the wonderous Wonder Fell Way wondering what to say more than Good Morning.
That's the time; that's the situation.
On with our show...
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"How do you know what to write about every morning, Ghos+?"
- Curious Reader.
I don't.
It's the rhythm of the day; I capture it in sentences.
What the sunrise drops for a bassline and beat this seasoned jazz musician sets out his solo improvisation in metrically shaped dream pics, for you.
Just riffing on the rhythm rhyme of a new day's sunshine.
Jazzy Epic is the feeling of this day.
Old established songbook favorites done in an idiosyncratic fantastic fashion.
How's the day with you?
Sleep well? Cast a witches spell?
All's well that ends it, though the ends never justify the means.
Nothing good is ever accomplished with murder, with war; because the way a thing is done is an ingredient in the finished thing.
You put garlic in the soup, you eat garlic soup.
You put war in peace, you eat a piece of war with every piece of your peace.
When we stop viewing and valuing what's worst about us as a means to get what's best, Life will be a peaceful place worth living in.
When everyone ignores and denies a warmonger's value war ends.
Period.
When you stop feeding a Beast the Beast dies.
Want to end the strife in your life?
Stop feeding it.
Eat other dreams that fill you full of your best dream of life.
We tell a dog: "Your wound won't heal if you keep licking it." While we lick our wounds, paying attention to and mulling over how to use what hurt us in the past to better serve our future.
Cut it out. Let it alone and let it heal.
Focus on what's important to you and do it in the manner you want to keep doing it.
The means are the ends.
If you have to beat yourself up to accomplish anything good, your definition of good means beating yourself up.
Cut it out.
The means are the ends.
Different rhythm today, pep talk for a friend.
Hey, friend. O/
Take care, do you your best way; it's the only way to make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Today 1.0
2025.04.27
Sunday, April 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ It's me.
On with our show...
There's no richness in riches anymore, no wealth in wealth.
The words don't match the experience, the words match the lack.
There's treasure in each sunrise;
I put it here.
Songbirds sing while cellphones vibrate,
We still enjoy each tweet while we tweet when we remember to listen.
We restart our phones, and tablets and PCs;
The Sun rises every morning to reset a day called Today.
There's the:
Windows platform, The Mac,
The Linux, and The Android, too.
But Life only makes
One choice, one operating system
Called: Today.
So:
Boot up the sunrise hand of the Divine,
There's Science to do!
I write the sunrise, word the restart,
Verse the possibility of every screen to be seen
When the light arrives to color the pixels in the air.
I write the sunrise, the chance to share with you
The chance to share the light called this day,
On the software called Today.
Take care, thank you for reading, make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Don't Forget Your Helmet
2025.04.26
Saturday, April 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Rain, rain, rainy rain.
If umbrellas are your passion, you got today's fashion.
Wet or dry, time to fly.
On with our show...
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Rain brings change. Theatre and Literature use this fact as a dramatic device.
If you ever find yourself living in a Shakespearean play and it starts to rain, forget your umbrella and grab your helmet.
It's about to get real.
April showers bring May flowers and the powers that grow.
Seeds sprout from garden plots as the plot thickens.
So the pitter patter plunks of droplets in the Spring before sunrise sound a good beat for a thirsty Earth.
Hope you're as well fed today.
Hope your plot moves forward.
Hope you remember your helmet.
Sun shows the Earth glows... here we go again.
Birds still sing in the rain, still swoop to feed. Feathered crop-topped helmets cover their persistence.
Abe monitors the yard from the loveseat.
I mull over later words, words unread, hinted at in other entries.
Hope all goes well for you today.
The world is at least a decent place if you let it be.
Take care, don't forget your helmet and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Play Notes Only
2025.04.25
Friday, April 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Stories and rhythm and rhyme set the time, set the flow.
Hope all is well.
On with our show...
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Sentences are slow intentional lines this morning. Literal lines swoops and slides of a pen. For the joy, for the comfort of it.
Simple sketches, stick figure sketches from a seasoned artist.
A couple scratch marks, a look away daydream visit to old daydreams and memories, a return to lay down lines on a page.
My life in miniature: Spectacle shocks and awes and ills with as many moments I could muster alone to do what I love.
Loop literal lines in literal ways on a page, to make sentences to give dreams a life.
Lines. Lines. Lines. Literal lines.
About an hour till sunrise.
Sometimes the entries are a bunch of Choppy, Listy Sentences.
Sometimes words with punctuation meets the day's desire.
Sometimes the acts that make the craft possible highlighted as a simple exercise to reaffirm your love of it... is what's right.
Play notes only. Brushstrokes haphazardly, color choice whimsically. Staccato, allegro, slow, sweet, but true, true truly true: Do you.
Remember your love of the craft itself and do it for you.
Take care, remember what you love, remember the basics, do them basically simply, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
To Make Nests
2025.04.24
Thursday, April 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Thank you. O/
What a way to greet someone first thing in the morning, or anytime at all.
"Thank you. Nice weather today, huh?"
You must have done something in your whole life that warrants your appropriate response...
"You're welcome. Yes, nice weather. Thanks for pointing it out."
On with your day and...
On with our show...
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Timing: It's all in there. Well... all our worldly stuff is all in the timing, at least.
Maybe your metaphysics say there's more to you than this experiment in time called Life.
I hope so.
Only the dull let clocks and tick tocks rule their lives.
Time is a tool to help us know each other and share our dreams better.
Speaking of... just in time for the sunrise.
Nice day.
One of those you set your home's thermostats to this temperature type nice day days.
Clear sky, clean sky, birds fly by.
How's your weather?
Tried and true blue hue, my hope for you.
Buds on the cherry tree, on the oak, start their grow show.
Songbirds for days shop hop on the ground for building materials to make nests.
Life insists to persist.
Aware of it or not, so do you.
A good day for an epiphany, some long lost question shows you its answer and helps you move forward.
Take care, find what's positive, stay there, take it with you and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wednesday, April 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Groove and shake-up, it's time to wake-up to your friendly Internet Ghos+ in the Online Dream Machine.
If you know what I mean.
Hola. O/
Welcome to your often stared at screen full of things seen through the unseen, often times forgot, lit up pixel show.
You been reading me long? Got a good picture of me in your head? A feeling at least?
Your deep in thought day-dreamy friend always full of interesting things to talk about. O/
Been friends now for about a year.
How'd that happen? They're just binary blips on a screen you spend so much time focused on.
Where'd I come from? You know me so well now, how's that possible?
Ghos+ magic. 👻🪄
The shared dream that makes Life worthwhile.
AI can kiss my Ghos+ly rear, it's worthless without our shared dream of ourselves.
You know me now. The value of that comes from your own ability to dream.
If you don't feed your imagination to these words, they're just blips on your comfortable screen.
Our shared imagination makes the whole Internet possible.
The Ghost in the Machine is the only reason to have the machine at all.
Your phone, without the stories you put into every image you see on it, is just an expensive flashlight walkie-talkie.
From my Ghos+ to yours, take care, dream in pixels your dream of pixels, and make wonderful your wonderful day.