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Morning journal entries from May 2025
We Can Always Write About the Sky
2025.05.15
Thursday, May 15, 2025
Good morning, the Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Hello.
Another installment of what's worth wondering about by your friendly favorite very real companion who put the super in supernatural, +he Ghos+.
Hope all's well today.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Writers! Eyes forward.
Listen up. Look up!
We can always write about the sky.
If a prompt like I use doesn't quite get you going, look up or out a window and be as exact as you can, use your words for eyes and set down the sky in letters and similes like song verses that set the mood for the weather forecast in the chorus.
The repeat lyrical thwomp-tap-thwomp of every pop song chorus sounds raindrops or rays of sunlight to set the climate for the day.
A soft sun turned up bright behind one firmament full grey cloud like you as a kid under a bleached white bedsheet with a flashlight, or phone screen, turned up bright as it could get to get some peace, some quiet, from the dark.
Late night went to late morning. Not hurrying at times is tough. So much of the world is touch and go.
In this plug and play society we set up, sitting down to write is a brave business.
The old advice on how to best spend a day: "Don't rush; don't rest," is always helpful.
And so pertinent.
Bumper sticker, T-shirt screen-print worthy, for sure.
Pace your work. Fill it with your best attention. See it through.
If it's important enough to do, it's important enough to do well.
And finish.
Finish it.
It means, at times, tuning out everyone else's ideas of what's important and focusing on what you know is.
Set up shop. Build a fortress to build your dreams.
A room with a closed door works.
A car.
If those aren't available, a pair of headphones work.
I hope your day has you, for at least sometime, in a place to best suit your work.
Take care, don't rush or rest, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Motions That Make It Real
2025.05.14
Wednesday, May 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Woof, woof. How are you? O/
Abe thought he'd say hello, too.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Clay... of all metaphors to make regarding spirit, I'm choosing clay.
It has definite ways to work with it.
Our hands mold the formation of it as it spins.
Our dreams mold spirit as it spins, repetitions of the same fantasy.
After the mold is set it's placed in a fire to give it permanence.
After a dream is set it's placed in the electrical fire it takes to move the body, to make the motions to give it permanence, to make it real.
The motions that make it real. A good title and a good definition of what Life is for. A place, and a body, to do the actions to make dreams real.
How are your dreams? How are your actions? Do they match? Do they serve each other?
I hope so. You deserve fulfilment.
Life is not an exercise in touch; life is the experience of touching dreams.
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Sun's up.
Sparrows and blue jays and birds I often write about drop down, pick up food and debris to make nests, then lift back to their homes under construction.
The nearby monastery bells chime breakfast time for the devout.
Slow pokes.
I've been at it for hours.
Prayers to a page, daydreams to the sky.
Writing the sunrise to right the day.
Words of witness of what's wonderful.
Take care, dream a day, then live wonderful that wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Branches That Make the Nest
2025.05.13
Tuesday, May 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Relax. Unwind. Grab a cup of coffee and your peace of mind and let's go.
On with our show...
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Peace.
Another Spring day in Peace.
It's like a world of birds colorful and consistent in the trees... peace is here when you recognize it.
It's Nature uninterrupted. A frictionless flow, the way things grow; that's peace.
It's why a deer is such an easy meal, Mother Nature despises violence, breeds necessity, feeds what's necessary to make Life grow.
Hate and acts that feed on hate, like some politics and all war, go against The Way of Life.
They build nothing but houses set on more destruction.
War is the antithesis of Nature.
A paradigm of Life based on a 'survival of the fittest' attitude that defines strength as a take care of myself only way, makes a world headed for self-destruction.
The eagle didn't make the branches that make its nest; you didn't build your cellphone. We depend on the quality of what's around us to determine the quality of our lives.
It's why Gandhi said: "Poverty is the worst form of violence." We can only be as healthy, as nurtured, as the quality our environment allows.
If you want Life, Alive!, help what feeds and shelters and loves you to grow, and be fed and sheltered and loved the rest of your life.
Life is an easy proposition: Feed and care for what feed and cares for you and make something beautiful from the space it provides.
Take care, care for what you love as your focus, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Imagination
2025.05.12
Monday, May 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How goes it? O/
Booga-loo got your shoe?
You know what to do.
Dance it free.
Let it be, history.
There's living to do.
You know which way to go.
It's your Life.
So, on with our show...
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Imagination.
Let's talk about Imagination, the realm of +he Ghos+.
It's where I live, yo.
And where you are right now.
It's compulsory; you gotta visit at least once a day.
It's called sleep.
Truth is though, we're all dual citizens, always dreaming while we're doing.
The dream is part of every action, always comes first.
Lift your right hand and you have to dream lifting it first.
Like an old friend you know the dream so well you take it for granted.
But habit isn't imaginative dearth; it's customary, it's learning to live; to live in life, to help the body survive to dream more dreams and make them come true.
Whatever part of you dreams the dream to move your hand, I call your ghost. It lives in the world called The Imagination.
The Kingdom of +he Ghos+.
Where every subject is on its way to a verb to get an action to move it to a place called Reality.
We visit The Real World; we live in The Imagination. O/
You raise your right hand.
You turn the key.
You drive.
You raise your right hand.
You write the prompt.
AI echoes an answer.
In software and sensible things The Sun shines to show dreams made true in a process called Reality, where dreams are shared in one Great Shared Dream called Life.
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Sun's up. Birds sing at breakfast time. The World caters to dreams.
"Nice day," readies to be said by many to comment on the weather.
Flowers feed The World color and start to bloom a feast. Trees line the sky, a green tablecloth for the event.
Take care, dream on purpose with purpose, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Bah Humbug, Beautiful?
2025.05.11
Sunday, May 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
"Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy."
At least it will in an hour or so when it arrives.
Presumptuous?
Nah.
Prophetic, like the best poets are.
O/
Good to feed your read again.
Hope all is well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Another stronger day.
Health returns in waves.
Years worth of scars from illness and the side effects of the medicines that help heal them have been common companions every morning.
Fewer companions this morning.
The calm quiet of health grows loud.
Thank Heaven above for the miracles.
How's your Spring?
Sunshine blue sky state of mine?
Rainy... 'at least a lot of green growing things are being fed' optimism?
Bah humbug, Beautiful?
You got better things to do than look at the sky cranky checklist champion curmudgeon?
Get over it.
Ain't no use finishing your checklist if you don't enjoy the place.
To be a hero without a home for a hero's welcome makes for an unfinished story.
Don't leave your life in cliffhanger mode.
Set up that ending with a wonderful idea of home and head there.
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Sun's up now.
A few been with me a long time daydreams filled the last hour.
You have some, too.
I know you do.
Dreams that always feed your peace of mind.
Someday places put smiles on the faces of every passerby.
Make a practical step or two towards their reality today.
There's a reason they're there.
Did you ever think something divine put those dreams in you to see that you accomplish them?
I did. O/
I wrote it before, I'll write it again: Our dreams are not goals; our dreams are instruction manuals.
Follow them.
Spend some quiet time daydreaming to read them.
Translate them into a language called 'real.'
And get to the wonderful work of making wonderful days.
Like today.
Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Beauty, What?
2025.05.10
Saturday, May 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Yo.
How ya been?
Doin' your thing?
Got your game face on?
Feelin' strong?
Good to be in your Imagination again.
You're a better host than you know.
All set? Ready?
Good.
On with our show...
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I'd shouty cap those two words if aesthetics didn't matter.
They do.
Perhaps the importance of Beauty is the topic in transit today...
Beauty is a touchy subject so seemingly subjective; I disagree.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Unless you ask certain sunrises and The Sistine Chapel Ceiling.
Unless you ask certain songs and some slow clear moonlight off some soft certain lakes.
Beauty is verifiable by experience.
Sure all things beautiful speak differently to different eyes, but they do always speak beautifully.
What makes a thing Beautiful?
Where is the commonality in Beauty?
These questions are the work of The Poet.
And so sorely, in this Age of AI, in need of answers, at least a common consistent discussion.
O/
The experience of The Beautiful lies in the realm of Spirit.
Spirit is not subjective, it is the subject.
What makes the images and words in your mind as you read these words, your ghost as this journal refers to it, is responsible for your acknowledgement of what is Beautiful.
It's reflection.
A Beautiful thing's reflection best reflects the Nature of The Spirit of Life we all share.
The Spirit makes The Flesh and a thing of Beauty gives an honest account of Our Shared Spirit.
The body that makes manifest an excellent representative of The Spirit makes something Beautiful.
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Deep end of +he Ghos+ Pool this morning with flood warning notifications lighting up my phone screen.
Robins seek refuge on the light fixtures under the storm gutters on the house.
Pause. Shake Feathers. Tilt their heads. Shake. Fly off and back again.
Persistent hard rain flight delays.
Take care, consider The Beautiful in your Life and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
What's Up with Up?
2025.05.09
Friday, May 9, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ How are you?
You made it.
It's tomorrow, finally.
Tomorrow... no longer a day away.
Now a place called: Today 2.0
Updates and Upgrades. \O/
So, 2.0 here we go,
On with our show...
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Muggy as Spring Ma sometimes goes.
Days are steamy stations for vegetations.
Muggy slow words morning.
A lot to say, too.
Write, too.
Best not to cast all your dreams at the wall, wishes and wants go to waste there.
Best you send your words to build walls of text to build your dreams with.
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Sun's up. Blue-grey sky, here to stay sky to backdrop the tree line.
How's your divine, your relationship with up above and the one you love?
Are you a dullard's nervous system with sparks to react to what you rub up against?
Where'd the electricity that lights their fire come from?
Why do some sensations feel good and others not?
What's up with right and wrong?
Why do you and the guy a thousand miles away both feel good when the same hero saves the same day?
What's up with up?
Why's Heaven not down below?
All around everywhere seems a better GPS location for the Divine.
Spirit thoughts from +he Ghos+ you ought to think more about.
You're worth so much more than you can possibly know.
Perhaps if you treated your life as something divine you'd treat yourself better.
Spirit thoughts from +he Ghos+, and some good morning wonderful with the sunrise.
Take care, breathe clean air, say a prayer, do some Science, thank your lucky anonymously gifted neuro-shock sparks you can, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Do You Help?
2025.05.08
Thursday, May 8, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ What's up?
What's for breakfast?
The same ol' or something new?
You do you, be happy too.
Get your game on it's time to go,
On with our show...
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Do you have help?
Do you help?
We get what we give so you should help.
Wanna restore your faith in humanity?
Ask for help.
You'll get it.
Shout for help in a public place and someone will be there to help.
So long as your intentions are just, like suddenly someone near you falls down; someone will be there to help you pick them back up.
Free of charge.
Ask a friend for help.
They'll be glad you did.
A friend wants to help.
It's rude to suggest they think you need it.
Tell them the weight is too heavy to lift alone and you could use an extra hand.
Tell them.
They'll be glad you did.
Take care, care for and be cared for by a friend and make wonderful your wonderful day.