2025.09
Morning Journal Entries from September 2025
Cancel Culture, I Cancel You
2025.09.24
Wednesday, September 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How about some Good News?
You found Wonder Fell. O/
Good for you; it's good for you.
Glad you're here.
"What's it about?"
- Friend of a Favorite Wonder Fell Reader
"It's a journal. A poet's. He posts everyday. There's AI pics from different AI programs. He compares them. Things we all think about but don't talk much about. His poems are there, too. It cheers me up everyday to read."
-Favorite Wonder Fell Reader For Sure
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Sunrise shows later, Autumn's here.
How's your day?
Get over that yet?
Good, you deserve better.
Onto better and on with our show...
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There's so much to tell you.
Where to begin?
If I could only share one thing, one piece of insight with you, it's this: You are the dream you have of yourself. What you call your Life is its expression.
The circumstances you were born into are your starting materials to build with.
Don't like your Life? Redefine the pieces of it. Refresh your dream of you to best suit you. Take a time out and reevaluate everything in your days. What serves your best dream of you best? Focus on those things.
There's something wonderful remarkable about you, in you. It's called life alive. It wants you to make it real, to share it.
"Dream great dreams and make them real."
-Your Ghost Great Within
Great dreams feel a certain way; they help, they build.
What do you want to create? A loving home life? Meaningful work? Strong friendships? Beautiful Art?
Do it. Dream a step towards it and take that step.
There's a lot of language online set on cancelling your dreams, your hopes, your ambitions... Cancel it.
Words of cancel culture are nothing more than lonely lost souls looking for attention.
Cancel Culture, I cancel you.
Come find me when you're brave enough to build something beautiful, when you drop the acts of a coward and pick up the passion and purpose of a person not afraid to share their greatest dreams of how good Life can be and live those dreams.
You're worth something wonderful because you have something wonderful: It's called Life.
Sit alone for a time and remember you're alive. Recognize a dream you love that makes something good for the world and you. Start to make it real.
One dream, one step at a time, make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📖book
Same Prompt: Create an image of a woman watching the sky, sat under an oak tree in Autumn in New England during sunrise in the style of a magical vintage Studio Ghibli drawing.
Humanity's Greatest Skill
2025.09.23
Tuesday, September 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Autumn made it.
Temperatures drop with the leaves.
The trees remember there's a whole box full of crayons, put green back, grab another color, and another and more... color each leaf unique and new before it falls to join the others to weave Autumn's full spectrum'd Fall fashioned floor.
Dawn starts, a dimly lit movie theatre shows evergreens and oak silhouettes.
Thank you for reading, for the company of your attention. O/
On with our show...
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Ever wonder about that... what happens when you read?
They're just scratches and scrawls, touches and taps of keys. Here we are with our secret code to share everything... we call it language.
A lot of people share our secret knowledge.
Our alphabet is worth so much magic.
So powerful we program metal and plastic to follow its instructions. Every screen tap on your phone is a prompt for a certain spell (a programmer's code) to be cast.
Words make civilizations go 'round.
Been that way since humanity started.
It becomes more evident now.
So much depends directly on text these days.
A good time to finally see what poets have been harping about for millennia. O/
Language, the power to make words, is humanity's greatest skill.
"But we can fly to the Moon and beyond."
- Reader Missing the Point
"Not without words to make the ship... you can't."
- Author Emphasizing the Point
We separate math and linguistics, numbers and words, but they both perform the same function: The measurement of experience in symbol so we can share and build together.
Numbers are limited by necessity of their function. In fact that is what a number is for: to express a limit, an amount.
Math is a beautiful language, though. I wish it was taught as such.
Think of how different, how quick our culture would grow, if we began teaching mathematics as a foreign language instead of like a grueling wrote exercise.
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Some poet's morning thoughts, AI pics for embellishments, an option to other screens.
I appreciate your time and consideration. Hopefully you find peace and inspiration (and wonder, of course) here.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎟️admission_tickets
Same Prompt: Create a colorful image of leaves falling at dawn in Autumn in New England in the style of geometric art.
Screen Your Screens
2025.09.22
Monday, September 22, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Daydreams and what it seems.
AI, dreams, Art, a hound dog story or two, you, you, you... themes for a morning journal.
Sometimes Love shows up, sometimes Beauty.
Things we don't talk enough about.
Things we don't advertise we talk about all the time, at least.
On with our show...
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I wonder how AI would analyze a dream.
How do the images etched in the human unconscious speak to data servers?
Deep end of the thought pool morning on the way.
Plunge into Jung, Palanatir!
What can be seen there?
Data mine the cloud of human thought called The Unconscious.
Emerson called it, "The Oversoul."
Modern Psychiatry calls it, "The Unconscious."
Internet lingo calls it, "A Cloud."
Consciousness is just what we choose to do with what we find there.
All the images and stories and science and what they inspire and lead humanity to do when placed on their screens...
It's a great plot for a Science Fiction Thriller:
To data mine the images that get the most clicks, the words and phrases that pay the most, to place what you want heard in the company of those images and words.
Conspiracy theory or technological crowd control?
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"Where's the bright, cheery, Wonder Fell Sunshine, Wynn?"
- Favorite Reader
It just showed.
My phone screen notification sent me reeling in thoughts when I woke.
We're not angry at each other America. We're angry at images and words people and corporations are paid trillions of dollars to make sure we see and hear.
Talk with each other about what's really happening in your day to day life. Share it. Build on what's best about us to build what's best for us.
Your friends, you family, your freedom to have a dream of a wonderful life and have a secure place to build it, are what having a Country at all is suppose to afford.
If The News isn't about what's happening in your life, if it doesn't match your day to day reality, then it is not News: It's something else.
There's a whole lot of something else on the air waves and Internet these days.
"What does someone stand to gain from me reading, watching, or listening to this?"
- Reader with The Right Question for a Hopeful Humanity
If the answer isn't 'to perform the public service of enlightening people on what's occurring in the world to help further the human race,' then it's not News.
Please change the channel, or call it entertainment.
You deserve better than to be manipulated so a few can profit financially.
Take care, consider your sources, screen your screens, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🤟I_love_you_hand_sign
Same Prompt: Create an image of an inquisitive faerie dressed as a nerd looking at a wall of television screens and computer monitors in the style of a magical film noir movie.
Get Moving
2025.09.21
Sunday, September 21, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sunrise is here and so are you.
Welcome back. O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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So far just because I love to loop the letters, loop the lines.
Some mornings are like that... the joy of doing, the actual physical exercise of your Art, let that keep you going.
If you still fall under the misguided notion that writer's block, or any creative block, exists: try this out.
Remember typing, painting, singing, playing an instrument, are all physical activities.
Move! Get moving.
"But what will I sing, paint, write?"
-A Favorite Reader Who Knows They're Whining
Notes, words, brushstrokes.
Just enjoy the process of making.
"Why do you write, Wynn?"
-Reader with a Wonderful Question
Because I love to make sentences.
And we should do what we love.
I know Michelangelo loved applying paint. I know Shakespeare loved to write lyrics. I know Picasso loved what a single line on any canvas can do.
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A noun verbs: What a sentence shows.
Life! Motion. The reflection of our experience in letters.
There is something you love to do, something simple.
What is it about any activity you love that you love about it?
Maybe it's the feel of each footfall as you walk or run, or how shaping your breath to make certain sounds forms words that cause people to feel so many different things, or what happens in your mind as you read. O/
Your whole experience is changed for a moment, or more, based on your understanding of a few scribbles or binary blips on a screen.
A love of reading becomes more and more synonymous with a love of humanity, as we move from a civilization based on the spoken word to that of textual.
The shift of humanity from a verbal to a literal species, in terms of preference of communication, is a great topic for a paper or book somewhere other than a poet's morning journal.
Maybe you'd love to write it.
Now it's sunrise and good wishes for a good day, for you.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🦸superhero
Same Prompt 🤔: Create an image of a faerie wearing a bowtie painting a mural on the ceiling of a cathedral in the style of a magical Renaissance painting.
Swimming in Sunlight
2025.09.20
Saturday, September 20, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sunlight. O/
Made it.
Welcome back.
Glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
Let's see what the sunrise has to say.
On with our show...
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We're translators of sunlight, transmission stations for nations of stardust creations.
What if we consider light matter?
What if light is something like water?
We swim in it.
Most space is absent sunlight. So it's only a necessity for Earth, for us.
Like fish in water, the World lives in an ocean of sunlight.
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New points of view for you.
Some ideas I jot down every morning with the sunrise.
Hope they're of use.
At least help shake that sense of souring sameness that has you forgetting you're alive... which means you have a chance: to laugh, to love, to make something wonderful and lasting.
Do you like to make sentences?
You've probably never thought much about it.
It's a survival skill in the world.
Yesterday I said every sentence is a container for a dream called a thought.
Deep thoughts, but not.
As deep as saying, "Water is wet."
We just don't consider it.
Dreaming makes materials to keep life going.
AI without a prompt is less useful than a rock.
You without thoughts are slightly more useful than a rock.
What makes a thought?
Dreams... the Imagination.
Perhaps that's what sleep is for: to restock our dreams.
Some dreams are so new they require brave souls to bring them to Life.
We call these brave few Artists.
Singers of sounds unsung!
Thank you for sharing. Your dedication to bring your vision to life expands what each story of Life can be about.
Think of everything Da Vinci or Shakespeare made possible for you to add to your story, to your world view; then thank an Artist for expanding your materials to help you lead a good life.
Take care, dream something new, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🤹♀️woman_juggling
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a beautiful vintage storybook illustration of a joyful peaceful dragon flying through a colorful Autumn sky at dawn in New England using vibrant colors and bold contour lines.
A Dream Wrapped in a Sentence
2025.09.19
Friday, September 19, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Good to be read by you again. O/
How's your peace?
Not your Nation's, or even your friend's, but yours?
If you have the space and goodwill enough to be reading this, you have peace with yourself.
Share it.
A world where it's safe to read whatever we want, whenever we want, is a peaceful place to live.
Look at you, reading a poet's journal... isn't their anything on Netflix?
You're a certain kind of person. The world's missed you. You appreciate wonder, and Art; when you're awake for the sunrise you consider it, if even for a moment, you do consider it.
The world's missed wonder like yours.
That some people go through life without a sense of awe, or an understanding of the possibility of magic, breaks my heart.
We're so sure of our Scientific selves; the World is flat.
Dreams and what dreaming is for is a Flat Earth scenario.
So, Dreamers, I'm glad you're here.
The Age of AI approaches. We'll have to redefine what it means to be human.
Not a Science-Fiction stretch of imagination, or a wild poet's whim, a concern for our future.
When our machines are better at doing what we say life is for now, what will be our purpose and point?
To make our dreams live.
To bring our dreams to Life.
The way it's always been.
An AI prompt is a dream wrapped up in a sentence you feed software.
So I urge you to take time alone and work on your dreams. You can only ever be as good as they are.
We feed ourselves prompts from our dreams. We call them thoughts. Your brain and body is your software and your hardware.
Get well with your dream of you, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💟heart_decoration
Prompt: Create an image of a robot sitting on a porch with a cup of coffee watching the sunrise in Autumn in New England in the style of a minimalist modernist retro anime illustration using bold lines and a cool color palette.
It's Not Always a Spectacle
2025.09.18
Thursday, September 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Everyday?
Everyday.
Wonder Fell rolls on.
There's 'Epic' in this poet's job title.
How's your sunshine? How's the day?
As always, glad you're here. O/
Dawn just touched the sky, a drop of blue food coloring to brighten the dome.
On with our show...
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Transition Day in effect. In fact, the past few have been, too.
Something new, change isn't in the air on a Transition Day; it is the air.
If you look back on your life you see them. Moments when everything changed. Recognize what changed, learn from it, call it growth, and move on.
It's not always a spectacle, or major occurrence, though the effects are always wide-stretching and lasting.
It could be as simple as a simple conversation with a stranger, a book, or a movie you saw.
Recognition of the event helps show the nature of the transition.
It also tells you a lot about your story and what life, for you, is about.
Consider it. For a short time at least today, look back at your life.
What moments stand out?
What memories best define you now?
The reason they do is because that's what you value most. That's the kind of person you are.
Knowing where you place your value helps you live a better life because it helps you prioritize your time.
Words and doing words, dreams and doing dreams here, for me.
Thank you for reading.
Take care, learn about you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌞sun_with_face
Same Prompt: Create an image of an inquisitive person looking out a window at a city skyline at dawn in the style of a magical abstract absurdist painting using stark shadows and soft light.
Images courtesy of Ms. Copilot (GPT-4o) and +he Ghos+, September 2025
Are You Hero Enough?
2025.09.17
Wednesday, September 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Something beautiful, something true, somewhere to take a breath and refocus.
At least a place to find an encouraging thought or two (thousand).
Wonder Fell. O/ A guide to making wishes come true.
Really.
Have a dream, hold it close like a hero on a quest, live the story to see it come true.
You know how a story works, so work it.
"Wynn, such-and-such is in the way. Be practical."
-Jaded Reader Hesitant to Hope
Every story has a villain called Such-and-Such.
If it were easy to accomplish, your dream wouldn't need your help.
If your dreams seem impractical, or near impossible, those are good dreams. The Such-and-Such in their way is vast.
Are you hero enough?
It comes down to commitment, to how much it means to you to see your dream through.
Be your dream's hero.
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Encouragement while the Sun shows its first light.
Dawn... game on. An easy pun.
How's the day?
Not feeling much like a hero today?
Not feeling much like the hero is part of every hero's quest, btw.
Keep going.
Glad you're here.
Sun's up and there's something remarkably new about it.
A peace to it, a new certain peace.
More than optimism, a tangible experience.
I do this everyday. Something about today's sunrise is remarkably new, a certain distinct peace.
It's about time. The world could use a collective exhale.
Wildfires, floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, typhoons, media maelstroms of sensational spectacles set to storm your emotions.
An exhale is in order.
A life on the edge is a life spent in neglect of what isn't the edge.
The whole world is more than just its circumference.
These words are for you, but they're also for me.
Because what's missing from the world is good old-fashioned helping each other out.
We do know what that looks like.
One small act of kindness to help someone you normally would not today... do that.
Imagine if the whole world simply did that. Just one small act of unexpected kindness everyday.
Imagine a year worth of days like that.
The kindest thing about being kind is it makes you feel good.
So you're doing yourself some good, too.
Take care, help yourself by being kind to someone else, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍪cookie
Prompt: Create an image of a hero watching a sunrise from atop a hillside in the style of magical Claymation.
