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Morning journal entries from May 2025
For Just Dreams
2025.05.31
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Gentle rain falls hard.
How's your day?
Some rain like different cities quality of water is cleaner and clearer somehow.
The clarity of a drop of rain is a tangible thing; it's felt.
Clouds cast down clarity this morning.
Top shelf bottled water from some untouched mountain spring to signal the just about start of Summer.
Hope your day goes well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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We talk about the weather when we don't know what to talk about, but sometimes the weather is what's worth talking about.
Hurricanes and blizzards and flash flood warnings for instance.
But sometimes, like today, it's the gentle rain.
A soft sunrise through soft raindrops.
The kindness of water is so well-overlooked.
Sweet sunshine in saccharine puddles.
Valentine's Day candy and definitely not Halloween tricks and treats.
An 'it's a nice day to stay in and read a book or do nothing on purpose' kind of day.
Just hang out Saturday kind of day.
A video game with a good friend kind of day.
For the truly soulful dreamers, boredom doesn't exist. It's called quiet time. It's called necessity now and then.
A friend that asks, "Don't you get bored?" trying to help you out is a friend that needs helping out.
A life devoid of personal daydreams is a life lacking.
Today's rain soft with soft sometimes sunlight is a day made for just dreams.
When the whole world of people can each individually sit alone in a quiet space quietly for ten, for fifteen, for a half an hour at times and be comfortable and grateful for it, we'll have peace.
I'm sorry, but if you can't sit still comfortably alone for ten minutes you're every problem in the world.
You do yourself an injustice. You do us all an injustice.
You're missing out on a lifetime spent living in a wonderful dream.
Free yourself from your busy body, sit still and recognize a wonderful dream for it, move forward in your wonderful dream, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Shiny Green Mirrors
2025.05.30
Friday, May 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
You did it! \O/
Got Tomorrow to the party at Today's Place.
Even with GPS, Tomorrow was prone to getting lost trying to get to Today.
O/ Welcome, Tomorrow.
Ready for the party at Today's?
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Cryptic, elliptic... at times.
This poet's got beats, this poet's got rhymes.
He's humble, too!
The humblest poet ever!
Of all time!
You'll never meet a humbler poet anywhere.
Humblest. Poet. Ever. O/
How's your humble? Do you eat it like pie?
Some ice cream on the side to keep it cool?
Or fresh out of the oven so great and still no boasting hot humble hot?
"I'm just doing my thing. My work brings me peace and focus, feels like living. Glad you like it."
- Humble Reader Who Understands Humility
The work itself, doing the good deed itself, is the reward. A thank you, or congratulations, is appreciated and not necessary.
You do a thing because that's the right way to do the thing. Why would anyone else do it any other way?
Is there even another way?
True success is in the doing and not the done, the working and not the work.
The attention and love required to build a cathedral is different than what's required to build a house.
Unless we want to build a beautiful house.
Let's want to build beautiful houses, beautiful lives.
Every stone in every cathedral was placed to make a space to thank something divine for this thing called Life.
Gratitude is placed in the placement of every piece. The walls sing, "Thank you."
What do your house walls sing?
"Get-it-done," sports anthems I bet.
No wonder it's so hard for you to sleep, your house walls are a pep rally.
Slow down. The world wants witness not pre-fab Mc Mansions.
A garden does more for the health of a home than a perfectly cut lawn.
Too much of anything makes a burden; did you know lawns are bad for the environment now?
They're Mother Nature's parking lots. Solar glare overload for the Ozone.
Throw down some wildflower seeds, plant a tree, cut down on lawn-mowing time too, make a better view to look at, too.
Spring morning Ghos+ thoughts... what else...?
Hope your day is full of more color than a shiny green sun mirror.
You don't have to stop and smell them, but recognize a flower or two, thank a tree for keeping you cool and breathing, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Hip-hop Hi-hat Sunrise
2025.05.29
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Back at it. Up in stride.
Time to take a ride.
All aboard +he Ghos+ Train.
Chugga-chugga-choo-choo...Boo! 👻
How'd ya do?
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Like a drum machine that only hits hi-hats, squirrels join in the morning songbird song.
Hip-hop hi-hat sunrise.
The birds aren't nuts about the squirrel's genre switch, but as flowers show variety is the spice of life, they chirp and tweet with the flow.
Like a neighbor just moved in who believes a nice stereo system means, "How big is the subwoofer? How low and loud does it go?"... the squirrels drum on.
You'd remind your neighbor that treble is a thing if you could survive the earthquake shake footsteps required to make it to his house.
Boom. Boom. Shake.
Goes the subwoofer bass.
"Treble is in the hi-hat, my new neighbor. Like the set up?" Your new neighbor asks.
"The squirrels do." Is the right answer, though it would require some poetic explanation.
But poetry and subwoofer quakes beg for rap, and a rap song is rarely about a peaceful neighborhood environment.
So... "Sure do. Expensive?"
"Oh yeah, cost an arm and a leg. I wrote it off as a business expense, though. I work 3rd Shift. Helps me wake up in time for work."
The birds and I are happy to hear this.
Hip-hop is an energy drink tailfeather shake.
The morning birds are a simple black, maybe a little sugar in it, cup of coffee to sit and sip and line up the dreams to do the day.
The synthesized squirrel syncopated strikes subside.
The songbirds gather backstage and time their entrance off the swoops of interstate morning commute shooter-bys.
The Curtain and The Sun go up.
Showtime.
Take care, remember there's more to life and music and poetry than bangin' it out, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Ms. Nextstep
2025.05.28
Wednesday, May 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
LOOK!
Out your window! At the sky!
What? Is? Going? On?
There's a bigger than gigantic ball of fire enroute for your face!
Even Science says so.
LOOK!
Call your neighbors.
Alert your friends.
Drop the Covid vaccines.
The Sun is on a galactic course for your living room!
Life. Get living.
Feed yourself.
Find a loved one.
Find something worth doing.
Do it!
Go!
It's Supernova Spectacle for breakfast before you know it.
It's sunrise.
The songbirds are singing: "Incoming!"
Don't believe it?
LOOK!
^ Another way to say good morning.
O/
Glad you made it.
Cosmically the ball's dropping. Worldly a nice warm Spring day is OTW.
As your ever practical, yet prone to daydreams, Ghos+ writes these lines...
Time to go, on with our show...
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Sun's just up. What's up?
Not much?
Refer to the opening paragraphs, change your answer, and change your life.
Years and years ago when I'd get stuck, or couldn't start, I'd write: "Just write 'Good Morning,' it's always a great place to start."
Great turned to wonderful and wonderful turned to Wonder Fell.
And here we are. O/
Abe on the loveseat, eyes droop, look out the window, droop.
Breakfast soon for him.
He'll jump up ready to eat, wait for it, and feast!
Typical sunlight on typical oaks.
Same shadows on the same fenceposts.
Same pen, same coffee cup, same chair.
Same morning rituals, but change is in the air.
Something is in the room, somebody, but nothing is there.
Like Deja Vu reminds you something is about to happen.
Today is like reading a book.
You know how stories work.
You sense them.
Something is about to happen to the Hero.
You know it.
You're the Hero.
Read your day.
It's on.
Your story is about to move forward.
Ms. Nextstep is in the room.
She's about to show herself.
No worries. You got this.
Keep reading your story, choose your own adventure, take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Somber
2025.05.27
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Good morning, That Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Up an at 'em. Got the datum, making the pixels glow.
How's your flow, yo?
"Change your voice, Ghos+?"
- Dedicated Inquisitive Reader
Nah, just some word play to start the day.
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show... yo.
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Sun's been up awhile.
Songbirds muffled by the sounds of highway commuter mufflers.
There's a lot to say this morning.
The words go slow for so much wanting to be said.
Do you have times like that?
There's so much to do, where do you start?
"At the beginning."
- A Clever Answerer.
But to have a start you have to pick a starting place.
So picking a starting place is where to start.
"Whatcha up to, Ghos+? Whatcha starting?"
-Curious Kind Reader
Recruitment, for one. Gathering some new readers. Increasing our Ghos+ Family. Our Boo Crew. (Clever name to grace bumper stickers and T-shirts.)
Reaching out to old friends. Been laying low for sometime now. Work. Work. Work requires solitude. Solitude requires a desert island or off-the-grid nerves of steel.
Access to the first was limited so... quiet calloused me.
Introspective me this morning.
I forget it's a journal at times.
So much of it is in 2nd person writing to you. (Thanks for reading, of course. O/)
There's dreams, there's writing itself, there's the impact of AI, , there's New-New Hampshire....
But where's Wynn?
Off in dreams writing them down.
"You should go personal more, Ghos+. Who writes stuff like this?"
-Caring Thoughtful Reader
There's not much in way of details. A few entries touch on it.
Spent most of my adult life fighting illness while being a father, struggled to get to writing everyday, a word, a sentence, a paragraph most days. Got a miracle, went into remission, put my head down and went on my mission fulltime to write and write and write.
O/ Still going.
I keep at it.... an in his 40's guy, healthy finally, with his whole life ahead of him.
Kind of somber tone this morning.
Hope your day is sunshine wonderful comfort.
Take care, think about yourself on purpose a little today, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
For a Sunrise Through Evergreens
2025.05.26
Monday, May 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Made it. O/
Welcome Back.
Good to see you in a ghostly way.
Hope all is well.
There's light enough, and a place to read these words, so something somewhere somehow is working for you, something is worth being grateful for.
Thanks for reading.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Sometimes you just feel good.
Sometimes you just feel good when the whole world tells you that you shouldn't.
Something was dragging you down.
Something that ought to lift you up.
Now it's gone.
How could anyone possibly understand?
Explaining it to anyone would sound to them like you're just covering up how you truly feel. You'd, because you're a good person, feel bad for letting down their expectation that you should feel bad.
Best to just keep your relief to yourself, give them an "I'm all right. I'm at peace with it. I'm moving on. Thanks for caring about me." And move on.
Situations are like clothes, no matter how good they look on the rack, they don't always look good on you.
They don't feel right, don't reflect who you know you are, who you want to show the world when you show you.
Change your outfit, change your circumstances.
Your environment is the wardrobe of your day.
Wear it well or get some new clothes.
Fashion is how we dress our day and not ourselves.
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Funny the thoughts a morning brings. Different everyday.
This journal is eclectic because each day plays a different soundtrack.
Fashion? Really? Flannel, jeans, and boots for this New England poet.
We dress our lives when we dress ourselves.
If I lived in New York City not New Hampshire, I'd dress to be comfortable to go buy a coffee at a cafe.
Sneakers for an urban jungle,
Boots for a sunrise through evergreens.
Take care, dress your part then do your part and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Sharing is Caring
2025.05.25
Sunday, May 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Hey. Good day. How are you?
Sweet complete or kinda sour give me another hour to wake up?
Either way, you know what we say.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Sharing is caring.
I care.
Thanks for reading.
How about you? Do you care for what you do? What does it look like to have your work shared? Do you care how your work is received?
I hope so. It means a better life for you and for all that enjoy your work.
A world that's the product of the caring attention of all is a home worth waking up to.
So we'd all really appreciate you giving your attention and concern to what you do. It helps us and it helps you.
You can never know how much impact what you do matters other than it matters so much more than you know.
Take a humble pride from all you do today. Thank you for your focus. You helped me out.
The only way not to be lonely is to love something. A person, your work, your dog, your secret self. Something you can feel. A mirror of your moments.
If you don't know this you're distracted, living a life that's 'busy.' A word that's the killer of so many possible good lives: Busy.
It means empty moments. We should always be doing something.
If your intention isn't in it, you're not doing it, you're avoiding yourself.
To make better your life and Life itself is the only reason to ever do anything.
How you define better makes you who you are.
Go ahead and vacuum your house, do your laundry, take out the trash; you're not keeping busy you're making a more comfortable place to enjoy your life.
Do it on purpose with a purpose. The way to do all things.
Sometimes I feel this journal goes all guru on you. But these are only observations made from a lifetime of looking.
Words and their relationship to the world in a meaningful way to me, for you.
A different way of looking at everyday things, and their relationships, to offer you a chance to see the world in a new way, to expand your experience of Life.
Poet's work.
O/
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A sometimes blue, sometimes soft white sky, a few dark grey clouds scatter and flow.
A partly sunny cool New England Spring day,
A snow advisory notification on my phone.
A new way to see what the sky means. A question mark where a certain easy breeze nice day worth being called nice is.
Take care, recognize a meaningful purpose for what you do, from menial to major, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Obviously
2025.05.24
Saturday, May 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ How's your morning?
Inspired? What you desired?
Hope it's well.
There's a good day ahead if you're aware enough to notice it.
Thanks again for reading.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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"What's up with all the positive thinking Ghos+? Why the good cheer?"
-Dedicated Sometimes Jaded Reader
With all the flash out for your attention everyday, at times it can be tough to remember The World is a good place because it can be one.
The health of the whole world is a shared choice.
I prefer you make your choices in a good mood.
It makes a better world for Abe and I to wake up to.
And you, too.
So smile, laugh, and like it. There's a whole world worth being better.
A few new choices here and there from any of us are the only things that determine if we have a good day or a really good day.
I prefer wonderful ones.
Obviously.
If I ever get another dog, I consider naming it, 'Obviously.'
Because there's just somethings a dog ought to just know...
Wynn: (holding a treat above the dog's head) Sit, Obviously.
Wynn: (throws the ball) Fetch it, Obviously. Go Fetch!
Wynn: (closing his eyes comfortably in bed...dog sniffs his face) Go lie down, Obviously.
Wynn: (pizza guy knocks at the door...dog barks) Quiet, Obviously! Quiet!
(Sunset over a picturesque New England landscape. Songbirds tweet their final tweets of the day. Wynn and the dog walk outside.)
Wynn: (gently pats the dog, then pulls on its leash) Let's go home, Obviously.
Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
Obviously.