2025.06
Morning journal entries from June 2025
Happily Ever After
2025.06.14
Saturday, June 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
High five. O/
Good to be alive.
"Why so much congratulations, so early, Ghos+?"
- Genuinely Curious Reader
Sometimes, while we sleep, we dream a thing done.
We know everything starts with a dream, but everything ends with a dream, too.
Within the words 'The End' you find a grab bag of dream choices.
What happens after the story is over is your new dream's purpose to decide.
Happily ever after happens, but it's dull without an audience.
What happily ever after actually means is: 'It was worth it.'
"Happily Ever After = Win."
- Wynn
O/
On with our show...
Rain. Gentle. Quiet. Steady tapped puddle tops in mounds of mud.
The Sun is quite comfortable keeping the white pillow top comforter on and staying in bed.
How's your day?
Simple?
Simple days, though neglectfully forgotten, are some of the best days.
A quiet day at home can still be a great day depending on how you spend your quiet.
There's no telling how much good a daydream can do until you daydream it.
Everything starts with a dream.
The best, most successful people at life, dream on purpose, with purpose.
You should, too.
Pick something and dream a way to achieve it, at least a first step.
Then, take the step.
Plenty of people and places can tell you excellent methods for taking steps towards your dream.
But you have to have a dream first.
Take care, take a quiet day, keep it simple, dream on purpose with a purpose and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Palace of Good Things
2025.06.13
Friday, June 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Nice for you to read me again. O/
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Real. Slow. Words.
The World is stuck in okay... on its way to good.
You good?
Good.
I'll see you there soon.
Just. A. Few. More. Words.
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Abe caught another rabbit yesterday. Same story.
Another push-button squeak toy gift for me.
The mother rabbit had a litter.
Abe brings me the babies.
She relocated.
Smart move.
Both Abe's gifts were from the same mother but with very different markings.
Two children of the same litter with such a different look.
Mother Nature sings variety.
If the world were purely for the sake of scientific sensibility every bunny would be one shade of brown, hop one certain way.
Evolution, variety of species, Darwin, blah...blah...blah.
Mother Nature loves to paint!
There's proof in your mirror; the sunrise in the sky.
How a thing looks matters, but not as much as what we look at.
When we focus on what's negative all we allow opportunity for is what's negative.
Your mind starts to seek out disharmony.
Because you encourage it to.
Fix it.
Find something positive, a smile, a laugh.
Hold onto it.
Find more.
Grow a palace of good things to live in from the good things you see.
Teach your mind to find what's right, and good, and true. Then, let it serve you.
It's not an exercise in naive optimism. It's dictating your terms. Defining what you accept in your life.
Because The Human Spirit is just and kind, when we allow only images of justice and kindness into our lives we're filled with a desire to live and live well.
So much of so much of what our screens show does nothing but drain our spirit.
I urge you to thumbs down a negative image or story today and thumbs up something heroic or kind.
For the sake of the quality of your life, for Life itself, shine a light on something positive, share it, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Thanks Abe
2025.06.12
Thursday, June 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Hola. O/
Buenos Day, The Spanglish Way.
Hope all's well with you,
Muy bien, too.
Time to go.
So, on with our show...
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He did it!
Yesterday Abe caught a rabbit.
A little bunny the size of a hand.
"Cheep! Cheep! Squeak!"
- Bunny Lounging in Abe's Mouth
I went outside to assess the situation. Walked up to him. Stared at him. "Put it down."
He sad puppy eyed me. "Drop it."
He walked to the porch and set it down at the top of the stairs.
Shocked or dead the bunny didn't move.
I put Abe back in the house.
A small jab at the rabbit and it sprang to life! Hopped along, jumped off the porch and was gone.
Abe's a big guy, a mountain hound dog cross from Texas around 80 pounds.
The rabbit was unharmed.
Abe is gentle with his squeak toys.
I stopped him before he could pull the stuffing out of this one to get the squeaker.
Cotton fluff on the porch leaves a preferable mess on the porch.
Back outside Abe sniffed around, recognized the scent trail led over the fence, circled the yard one more time, and returned to his regularly scheduled daydream in the evening sun.
We name something; we give it a story; we make life into A Life.
A wild dog in Texas woods would have had a nice dinner.
Proud Abe went to his own grocery store and brought me back a squeaky toy for a change.
He's a true friend and knows I prefer the battery operated push one button and watch them run kind.
Thanks Abe.
Take care, play with your toys and not your dinner, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Dark Age of Science
2025.06.11
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Good to be read by you again.
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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The rain, and the sky deciding whether or not to, finally stopped.
Soft sunshine this morning, night mist made heavy dew.
A good weather, nice day, kind of day.
Songbirds go soft to let a few crows take the show.
There's magic in the air.
What's up with your sky?
Stretch your neck and see.
Remove your eyes from the digital screen, remember your body is like the best food, organic; look up, give the sky a color, and return to your regularly scheduled pixel show.
Nothing wrong with a cellphone screen; nothing wrong with sunshine.
It's what we do with a thing that matters.
The morality of matter comes down to how we use it.
Every weapon is a tool if you use it right.
A torch can light the way or burn down a house.
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I worry and wonder about AI.
Worry and wonder for the Spirit.
Worry and wonder Science forgot dreams make the world go around.
Try not to dream something and you already lost. The trying is a dream.
We covered up what is most important about us under a dark blanket of numbers, and theorems, and proofs. Veiled our dreams to increase our bodies time breathing.
Left ourselves feeling empty day in to lights out. Dressed ourselves in an existential crisis buried under ways to make our hearts beat longer, ways to make trips to the stars, and forgot the light that shines in us, that sparked us alive.
The suicidal tendencies of our societies show we are in The Dark Age of Science; computers make music, make hearts starve.
Spirit pushed aside as if it wasn't always the light inside that inspires each measurement, each note.
"Why?" The first and fundamental question of existence and the first and fundamental tenant Science tells us to leave out.
I cheer Science on and am grateful for everyone of its successes.
I breathe easier and can take a space shuttle to the moon.
But without a remembrance of Spirit, breath and space flight are arbitrary exercises, puzzles to figure out for the sake of putting a puzzle together and not for the sake of living.
Take care today, listen to a dream or two, wonder where they come from and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Puff
2025.06.10
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Feeling strong, all day long.
Some sign of something good came to mind this morning, is what I hope for you.
Persistent days of insistent rains here, of late.
The sky debates sunshine.
Later than usual start, the weather caters to sleep.
Hope all's well with you.
Time for a spell or two.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Health and wealth and hurricanes, things we discuss.
Lately rain smacked the ground, woke the stems from the seeds, the green from the stems, Summer waits for the Sun.
How are your dreams?
You ought to check in on them time and again.
Mine rest on pages yet read, words left unsaid, from lack of sharing.
'It's all in the timing." It's said.
Which is only true based on how you define 'it'.
When and what is your it?
What's your dream look like reached and held?
Where do you stand?
What do you hold when you say, "This is it! I did it!"?
What's your masterpiece made manifest?
A new house? A car? A happier child? Better days spent doing a better job?
Music played? Paintings finished and shared? Satisfaction for the day for a lullaby?
That's always a great marker for how well we serve our dreams, how easy it is to fall asleep.
When bedtime requires an orange bottle an hour or so before to happen, check-in with what you're doing to serve your dreams and check-off Pick up Prescriptions from the Pharmacy.
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I know something about you that you forgot; you're alive.
I know it's true because you're reading these words.
I know you read them because for some reason they lift you up, help you remember your power to dream, and the power you have to make those dreams come true.
Where do your dreams come from?
Did you ever think something divine gave them to you to see that you accomplish them?
I did. O/
It's why I'm here.
To remind you every morning, you write your own story of actions to best serve your dreams.
There's a ghost... a puff of The Breath of Life in you called your inspiration, your spark.
You wake up to ignore it or to grow it.
The former exhausts you and leaves you empty.
The latter lifts you and leaves you inspired.
Remember your dream of you today, serve it, be lifted, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Unexpected Gift Day
2025.06.09
Monday, June 9, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The words don't write themselves.
They don't read themselves either.
Thank you. O/
Another sunrise, another hello from +he Ghos+.
Springtime light and temperatures with a Summer feel, the forecast the sky sets up.
How's your weather?
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
Comforts and joys and toys! toys! toys!
They're not just for the holidays, you know.
National Cheese Day, National Doughnut Day, National Burger Day.....
How about today is National Give a Friend an Unexpected Gift Day?
It's best they don't know what day it is. We'd have to change the name...
National Hey Where's My Present Day, isn't festive at all.
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Abe's out patrolling the yard.
Sometimes crows pass by, turn back, then stop.
This morning is a sometime.
He only chases birds that eat meat.
Songbirds get a free pass unless they loiter too long, like self-entitled American Robins with their 'I saw it first' attitudes.
Lola's still in one piece.
Abe's laying with her on the porch with vigilant eyes on the yard.
All's well here in place and in dreams.
A good day to think about what to add on to each day.
"A good day for an unexpected gift, Wynn. What would you like?"
- Caring Good Friend Reader
Some grateful readers and a strong devoted woman who knows what flowers are for.
I'd get something for you too, of course.
Perhaps a... well it wouldn't be unexpected if I told you.
Take care, give a friend a gift just because and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
When Good Morning Means Good Night
2025.06.08
Sunday, June 8, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How goes it? O/
I see it now.
These morning posts feel like a profound wall-of-text text message from a friend.
It's not presumptuous of me to call you a friend; we've been at it so long.
What's up, friend? O/
"The sunrise, Wynn. That's why we're here."
-Friend with a Knack for the Obvious Who Likes Puns
Well... glad you noticed, too.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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An owl! Over an hour and a half past sunrise.
And the whoo-whoo goes quiet....
Saying good morning for an owl means saying good night.
How's your work? How's your job?
Busy here. Though, that's the norm.
Work isn't busy work when you enjoy it.
It's a joy, a life well-lived.
"He works all those hours. Spends all his time writing. Someone ought to help him get a life. Relax a little."
- Concerned Compassionate Reader
Like anyone who loves their work, this is living for me. This is relaxing.
There is a loneliness at times.
But there's the work.
And the work is a great friend.
I hope you have something that brings you peace and satisfaction the way writing does for me.
It's a good life spent doing what we love.
The best life.
The only one truly worth living, I think.
A few good friendships, a devoted lover for a best friend, and love of work, is a good recipe for a good life.
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The words are choppy; the dreams are vast.
This morning wants definition for so much.
A Transition Day, for sure.
Thoughts revolve around friendship.
Written words only do so much.
Time for something more.
Take care, say hello to a true friend, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Mr. Chillout's Cafe
2025.06.07
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Good to be read by you again.
Really, you truly are a great friend.
You should give yourself more credit.
Give yourself more credit.
Welcome back.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A little bit of rain stops to start a little bit more of a little bit of rain.
How's your consistency? Reliability? Self-trust?
You're well enough to read these words, so you must be doing well somewhere, somehow, in your life.
Congratulations.
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Time.
Did you ever wonder about it?
Is it an arbitrary agreement made unarbitrary by agreement, or an actual force?
We measure a sunrise to a sunrise with an ideal human heart.
Sixty beats we call a minute.
The sunrise's prescription for a healthy human body, a heart that beats sixty times in an interval we call a minute.
Sixty of those we call an hour.
Twenty four of those we agree to call a day.
We measure human life, Life herself, with our heart.
I think this applies metaphorically, too.
The value of each day is based on our emotional content for that day.
How's your emotional content for today?
Find happiness.
Happy is a good guy or gal.
Hold onto them.
It's a good day traveling with Mr. or Ms. Happy.
They'll introduce you to some friends, Mr. and Mrs. Joy for instance.
That's a nice road trip in an SUV with Happy and Mr. and Mrs. Joy.
You can stop for lunch at Mr. Chillout's Cafe.
Then, hop back in the SUV on your way to Ms. Satisfaction's Hotel to stay the night.
Always a good day that ends at Satisfaction.
Find Happy, take them through your day to a place called Satisfaction, take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.