2025.07
Morning journal entries from July 2025
It's Virtue; it's Honor.
2025.07.14
Monday, July 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Why settle for a good morning when you can have a wonderful one?
Time to rise and shine and give yourself more credit for the good you do.
A quick, "Thank you," to your mirror is a good place to start.
Thanks for reading, Reader.
Thanks for writing, Ghos+.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Satisfaction Guaranteed.
A day where your needs are always met.
Without Fail.
You should have one of those.
Today works.
Work it.
We get what we give.
You've got a pocket full of good times... sunshine daydreams for days.
Pass 'em out and ready yourself for the return on your investment.
Wouldn't it be nice to touch your phone screen and see some good news for a change?
Touch Ghos+! Light me up!👻
Look! Good News! O/
Pass it on.
Sometimes, most times, when we want to see something we're not seeing, something somewhere is saying to us to be the thing, show it so others can know it.
"Somebody really ought to do something about that."
- Disenchanted Living Person
"You're a Somebody."
- Enchanted Ghos+ with Good Advice
You see... we share a dream.
We call it Life.
We've shared it for so long somehow we forgot the nature of it.
But it's easy to remember.
Find a story, find a film, share it with a friend, or even watch it with people you don't know.
When the Hero wins you cheer regardless who your momma is.
Life has a right way of working.
We know it.
It comforts us to remember.
It's the real reason why sitting on the couch binge watching Netflix is enjoyable.
It's a process of remembering what it means to be alive.
Every story is a written example of the unwritten rules of Life.
It doesn't matter who your Government dislikes; you cheer Superman on with every person from every Country.
We share this dream called Life.
There are rules that rule it.
Success is not success if it doesn't feel successful.
How we feel about a thing is an indication of the moral health of our relationship with that thing.
It's Virtue;
It's Honor.
Two words we've lost sight of and are in dire need of remembrance.
See your day, any situation, through the lens of a story.
Do you have the Hero's back?
Are you supporting the villain?
If you're not the Hero of your Life, you're the villain of a whole lot of other peoples.
Which means you're a loser.
You're unsustainable, and ignorant, and in denial of the ways Life really works.
Don't be a loser.
When you realize Life furthers Life, when you view yourself as your hero of your story and apply the lessons of story to your understanding of your day, you see what it means, what's required for you to know and experience a good life.
Take care, don't be a loser villain, see you're the Hero of your life, own your story, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Work
2025.07.13
Sunday, July 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Howdy. O/ 🤠
Welcome back to The First Day of the Rest of Your Life.
A.K.A.: Today.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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"All you do is write."
- Overexaggerating, Though Close to the Truth, Friend
It's Love.
Illness kept me from it for so much of my adult life.
You learn to value time when you're restricted access to the things people take for granted.
Like when you're thirsty you stand up and get something from the kitchen to drink.
If you never had to base that trip to the fridge on when the medications in your system were strong enough to allow it without a crawl, consider yourself luckier than you know.
I love to write; it's my work.
When I went into remission, I went into my work.
Now, when I want a glass of water I don't have to plan the event.
Now this body has enough health and energy to move a pen or push some keys while daydreaming.
Funny where morning thoughts wander to and wonder over when you pause to consider them.
Or, when you reread a year's worth of past morning journal posts.
I do hope this journal is useful for you.
If it only serves as a reminder that there's a lot more going on in this process called Life than we can touch and measure with numbers, I'll consider it a win.
(And a pun.)
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Our technology is at an evolutionary critical mass.
AI can be a sedative to induce an existential crisis, or it can be a great tool for inspiration and growth.
Recognizing it as the latter is necessity for the survival of our species.
To view AI as a reason to sit on your behind and let the machines do the work, admits an ignorance as to what work actually is...
Actions to serve humanity, to serve Life.
Those actions, the acts of our work, now have more room for more imaginative ways.
Imagination, and not sweaty labor or clever computations, now becomes the most sought after job skill.
Finally.
Good show Science.
It's time to pass the reigns over to the artists to move our society forward, to evolve our race.
Take care, dream great dreams, feed them to an AI bot, enjoy the results, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Remembering
2025.07.12
Saturday, July 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hello. O/
At it again.
Me writing, you reading, sun rising, smiling, free.
Glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Bowties, cloud cover, coffee, tea, matcha, past journal entries; things on my mind.
History is a rhythm, not a song.
We make the melodies with our actions.
How well our actions complement others creates the harmony.
When the tone of my words puts a major key melody where a dissonant one was, call it a win.
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A lot of the joy of keeping a daily journal is going back days, weeks, months, years later and remembering yourself.
I like the word remember; it's putting pieces back together.
Re-member... bringing an old bandmate to come and play a song again.
When the former band member is a new band member, they've been re-membered.
How nice of you to recognize their value.
A good day for some re-membering.
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It's like you're your own data server.
Your memory bank is your own personal cloud of information.
That's really all the Internet is: A Cloud Server for Human Memory.
Like our own thoughts, it's what we do with it that matters, that literally shapes the matter of our lives.
So, if the Internet isn't remembering something you know is valuable, you best put it there.
For the sake of today and tomorrow and all the computations of all the AI programs forevermore.
If The Cloud of Human Memory doesn't have your understanding, doesn't know your values, your hope falls on the hope that others are enough like you to get a helpful response from AI.
If there's no sugar in the house, it's a bitter cup of coffee for breakfast.
Get your sugar online, stock the pantry of human memory, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Just Write
2025.07.11
Friday, July 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Thank you for reading. O/
The Sun's just starting its time to show up glow up in the sky show.
Hope all's well with you.
Time for a spell or two.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Here's the deal: Abe on the loveseat watching the sky through drooping eyes for BOPs.
A soft grey cotton sheet covers the sky.
Firs draw the horizon line, while oaks and elms and maples and spruce make up the foreground.
Quick American some assembly required prefab homes populate the view.
"Look around and write what you see."
- Cure for a writer who still believes in writer's block
If you can write, you can write.
- Wise Stating the Obvious Owl
Writer's block doesn't exist.
Not being able to write what you want from the start does.
It's a dialogue with your dreams.
It's my experience over many years that a dream has something to say and a certain rhythm to it.
The dreams you engage with to write your Scientific Breakthrough Doctorial Thesis provide and require a different environment to best be brought to light versus dreams that want to create a YA vamp-werewolf romance novel.
Pick a quiet place, then set the ambiance by writing the ambiance.
The important thing is to work, to write.
It's a physical activity.
The right words will come, but only by writing words.
You enjoy writing so write.
What you want to write about will show up, or something more interesting will take its place.
The idea is to write.
Got a deadline?
Write that you do and keep writing.
What you want to write will show when you make a comfortable place for it and set the parameters.
While writing.
Another entry on writing; we write about what we love best.
The bowtie wearing dog on the loveseat, the sunrise, your good day.
Magic, Hope, and better ways for better days for us all (those are in different spaces, otw places).
Take care, if you want to write just write, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
You Won! \O/
2025.07.10
Thursday, July 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hi. O/
Glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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That does it.
You won. Congratulations. Game over. Game on!
You won! \O/
Now what?
A celebration?
Sure.
But what's next?
Victory took so much time and effort.
Maybe a short rest.
Nah.
You never were one of the take a rest types.
That dream you worked on for so long came true.
You worked for your dream and your dream worked itself real.
Congratulations.
Sit. Enjoy it.
Don't rush; don't rest.
A new dream is here when you're quiet and grateful, when you're enjoying your success it will show itself.
Reach out for that new dream, grab hold, and walk forward with whatever steps making it real requires.
You're a creation made to create dreams into realities.
You proved yourself dependable seeing that last dream through, so the Spirit, The Great Song of Life, has a new song it trusts you to sing.
Welcome it and work it.
"Don't rush; don't rest," the title of the song you sing as you make your dreams real.
A good day today.
I hope you feel that way too.
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Light rain this morning, but it's cool.
There's always an upside to every fall down of every raindrop.
Always some piece of the Earth fed by the fall.
If it never rained, there'd be no world for parades to get rained on.
Take care today, consider the victories you've had in your life, thank yourself, enjoy the win, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Sense in the Sand
2025.07.09
Wednesday, July 09, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
At it again. O/
How's your day?
Rays of sunshine got you feelin' divine?
Good.
Hope today goes well for you and you get back what you give in ways that best serve your best kind of day.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Overcast. Patches of light rain. Around 20 degrees cooler than yesterday.
Hope you're cooler than yesterday.
You know you are.
You got this.
Sun's up.
Time to rise and shine, Sunshine Valentine.
When did the seasons stop appearing to matter so much to us?
We got better at building our structures.
Central AC and strong roofs.
But there's something more than snow a New England Winter has that Summer does not.
It's in the company you keep.
The friends in your house do so much to feed your spirit while they visit.
Every bloom in every garden during Summer creates a new environment to live in.
Autumn is a color parade art exhibition in New England.
Winter wants a fireplace in a warm room with hot tea and coffee.
Spring friends set the stage for Summer, all anticipation and growth.
Summer enjoys itself, sweats from the effort, wants a bath or an ocean to cool off in.
Have you thought as much?
What you read on your screen changes with each season, too.
Not just holidays and events, the rhythm of people.
It's easier to say yes to leisure activities in the Summertime.
Nature's done the heavy lifting and growing.
Energy abounds to enjoy what's She's made.
It's our turn to make something new from what She's given us.
We're a part of Her.
We can learn so much about how we work best through observation.
We all know the flexible trees willing to bend survive the harshest storms, while the stubborn ones snap.
We all see how this example applies to living a healthier life.
Nature is a metaphorical mirror for how to best live our lives.
Everything grows in a certain way.
Like it was arranged to do so.
Enter a long discussion on Spirit and Creation...
Or just look around.
There's intelligence at work in all things that didn't start in a human's mind.
What's up with that?
When you observe the intelligence of the world for a long time it becomes easy to see the sense in the sand, the divinity in the sunrise.
Take care, observe the world some, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A New Way to See
2025.07.08
Tuesday, July 08, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Back. O/
Hello, again.
Hope Life is treating you as well as you're treating Life.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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There's always a reason for dancing.
"Drinking your cup of Super Happy Optimistic Juice this morning, Ghos+?"
- Witty Reader
Just making a point.
Feeling up or down means feeling something.
Life plays in slow songs and fast.
There's always a rhythm and a reason for dancing.
The three day wave of high humidity breaks today.
That's worth a cheer.
"It's not the heat; it's the humidity."
- Cliché Spouting Reader Who Didn't Know They Sometimes Speak in Semi-Colons
Birds and words at sunrise, how's your cup of tea?
Coffee, cafe, espresso, black, or green, or sweet; hope your matcha matches your mood.
Hope your brew signifies and inspires you.
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Perhaps it's just a glorified way to say: Good morning.
Perhaps they're thoughts to share.
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I know you'll agree.
Enjoyment is something AI can never know the enjoyment of.
Our Age of Reason fast gives way to an Age of Feelings and Dreams.
Finally being an artist is recognized as a cultural necessity and not a nice hobby.
AI machines are only as good as the prompts that command.
No one gives a better AI prompt than a poet.
All of our dedication to the dreams of technology finally start to pay.
What was once considered work becomes stuff for machines.
Life doesn't get lazy. Life gets inspired.
Our focus was on making things to better serve us.
Now our focus turns to making beautiful things to better serve us.
So The Age of Reason matures into The Age of Beauty.
Sure it's a poet's dream.
But all great movements throughout history started from the dreams of poets.
There is always an initial dreamer.
And that first dream formed in words is always worth being called a poem.
It's a new light shone on an old path, a new way to see.
Which is a good definition for a poem (and this journal): A new way to see.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Immeasurable
2025.07.07
Monday, July, 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Themes of dreams and what to write...
Hello is always a good way to start. O/
Hope all's well with you.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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How to be you?
Wouldn't it be nice to have an instruction manual on how to operate yourself?
Write one.
You ought to know enough about yourself by now to at least get the basics down.
What motivates you?
What keeps you going?
Recognize how you work best so you can always set yourself up to work your best.
More words of encouragement for you.
It's about connection, about experiences of life, about all the things AI can never offer because it never truly lives.
It's about Spirit.
If this morning journal has one major theme, that theme is Spirit.
Even avatar-ally speaking '+he Ghos+' writes it.
It's crucial we keep recognition of spirit at the forefront of our days.
Just what is it?
Lots of places have some thoughts on the subject.
Pick a religion and look.
There will always be an aspect to being alive that is immeasurable.
Life! Alive!
Because you have to be alive for the measure of Life to have any meaning.
There has to be Life to measure Life.
The part of you that recognizes, that evaluates, that places meanings or finds them, is what you are.
It's not a philosophical deep-thought thinking exercise to consider what you are.
We've spent hundreds of years believing if we could just measure things better we'd come to some answers to improve the quality of our lives.
Now, with the advent of AI, we created tools that measure for us and return what we've found to be our best evaluation of each situation.
What do we do once we've exhausted measuring?
There's so much to say on this.
The power and purpose of dreams and the now dire need to recognize their necessity in our lives.
It's what my afternoon and evening words are for.
I'll pick things up there and share them with you another time, in another way.
Take care, thank you for reading, consider your spirit and make wonderful this wonderful day.