2026.03
Morning journal posts from March 2026.
The Diary of +he Ghos+
You believe in magic now. You hold your copy close.
Wednesday, March 04, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Nice to meet you. O/
And it is a meeting of sorts. Isn't it?
Every word wrote is a kind of message in a bottle sent from a desert island called your imagination.
Glad you found my message floating in the sea of binary blips called The Internet.
There's magic in these words; there's wonder. Put them to good use.
Share them with all the stuck-in-a-rut good people in your life.
That is how I'd like you to view Wonder Fell:
Out sailing alone on The Internet Sea, you discovered an uninhabited island. There's only lush tropical vegetation and a table by the shore with a book on it.
Take the book back to your boat. Dust the beach sand off the cover.
What's it called?
Wonder Fell: The Diary of +he Ghos+.
Every morning +he Ghos+ gets corporeal real enough to pick-up a pen and write his thoughts for that sunrise.
He's done it hundreds of times. The effort is in your hands.
You read some for hours. You fill with wonder. Your life means more to you now than it did before you found the words.
Being a good person you go back to return the book to the table, only to find another exact copy of the journal, beach sand dusty cover and all, has taken its place.
You believe in magic now. You hold your copy close. Glad to have it for yourself, you return to your boat and sail home with words of magic and wonder for company.
Thanks for reading, there's a whole lot more, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Best Investment
The best investment is always in good people.
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Peace, a dove; a gift we give to each other, a recognition life matters and so every life matters.
A good life. Everyone wants one. But what is it?
Work you love and the love and respect of people you love and respect.
There's a whole lot of love in a good life.
Today's entry is different than those before.
There's a great discomfort in the air.
Where's it from?
People, good people, all across The Country work harder and harder and what they earn buys less and less.
Prices go up and the value of hard work goes down.
There's no stock market to invest in without workers to make and run the companies.
The better employees are valued the better each company does because the people make the business.
Every Wall Street investment is an investment in the faith of hard working people. The Market is being forced to remember.
The best investment is always in good people.
Of all the things for a poet to be writing about as The Sun rises... economics.
Wow.
Self-awareness aside, how are you?
Affordability making you blue yet?
Feeling unappreciated, perhaps?
Let's focus on what we love that returns it today.
For me that means making sentences, verses, and stanzas.
For you... that's up to you.
Every sunrise brings something new.
Proof positive today.
Take care, do what you love and make a wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🧦socks
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Why
America's never had an Epic Poet; I had to make my own way.
Monday, March 30, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Let's talk about why.
I rarely go personal here. Wonder Fell isn't a memoir or a self-help guide. It's not a coaching manual or advice. I'm no guru. I'm a poet whose experience of adult life was Hell for no fault of his own.
A chronic auto-immune illness, Sarcoidosis, took the opportunity of a decent life from me. After a decade of fighting just about full-time, I beat it into remission.
Recognizing the value of time, I went to work doing what I love most: Writing. Non-stop.
It was during the time of Co-vid. I put together an anthology of poetry to give to the world.
One morning while driving to one of my favorite spots to write and work on its publication, an SUV travelling over 50 miles per hour broke a double yellow and drove into my driver's seat and lap.
I woke up three days later in an ICU with a host of internal injuries, my left leg split in two, and a medical team waiting for me to remain conscious enough to operate on.
It took me a year to learn to walk again and another two years to fully heal all the nerve damage from the crash.
In the meantime, I worked: On Wonder Fell, On New-New Hampshire, On Colore.
I've known I'm a poet since high school. But what the Hell is a poet supposed to do in America? Work for Hallmark, teach at a University, or pick up a guitar and start a rock band.
I considered all three, but accepting any is an admittance that poetry is not enough.
The Ancient Greeks, Milton, Chaucer, Blake, Shakespeare, and so many other great minds that helped move civilizations forward disagreed, too.
There's more to poetry than University classrooms, Pharmacy Card Aisles, and lyrics for popular songs.
America's never had an Epic Poet; I had to make my own way.
Wonder Fell is an Epic Letter Poem sent to the Creative Spirit of a Friend every sunrise.
Hey friend. O/ Thank you for reading and sharing it.
I've beat death twice, scientifically so. I believe I've been able to because my dream to share words with you is so strong. And maybe the message inherit in these lines can matter that much.
Humbly, I believe it can.
Beauty, Hope, Love, and Joy... the stations of Poetry are what's missing most from my Country's monologue.
And so, from your life.
There's no self-help, guru guide here... Wonder Fell is what's missing.
Art, Music, Life alive! Where are you? As of late... where are you?
The volume is turned up too loud on the radio to hear the music. That's the state of The Arts in America, at present.
Let's paint, draw, write, and sing tribute to quiet worthwhile moments, to the beauty of a sunrise.
You see, it's a journal of a poet whose only had hope and his desire to share words with you his whole life.
I've been through the worst; it's why I share the best: That's how we rise.
Words worth beating death twice for the chance to share.
I hope you find inspiration here. Life really isn't worth much without it.
Go ahead and have that wonderful day, it's up to you, after all.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📬mailbox_with_mail
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A Deep Breath of Dreams
Daydreaming is like shopping for a story. Then, it's like cooking.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
The first light of dawn, the sky starts to showcase blue.
Sometimes the morning just wants to watch the morning.
There's no such thing as an idle daydream. Everything matters; everything adds up.
Dreaming is part of living, as necessary as breathing.
Conscious daydreams are taking a deep breath of dreams.
And what are dreams for?
How come you don't know?
All the stories, myths, Scientific theories, and tales live in a place called The Imagination.
Daydreaming is like shopping for a story.
Then, it's like cooking.
We choose ingredients from this catalog of stories from humanity and build our own recipes.
We do this with everything in our lives.
How many of us would like to fly on the back of a dragon? O/
The same ways to imagine yourself dragon-back flying are used to get you to work everyday.
You have to dream it before you can do it.
How are your dreams of your life?
They're the recipes for your day.
This is why daydreaming is so important.
We gather new ingredients by changing what we dream our day means to us.
You can only be as successful as your dreams allow.
There's so much to say on this. It's how I spend much of my days lately... bringing it all to light in an epic called: Colore.
The start of it is here. A whole lot more is on its way quite soon.
I'll go to it now.
Thanks for reading.
Take care, give care, and make a wonderful day (after you dream one up of course).
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎡ferris_wheel
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A Working Definition of Paradise
Too many of us think a robot could live our life better than us... which is an indication our systems are flawed.
Saturday, March 28, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
At it again, these wordy ways with dawn.
Thanks for joining me. O/
Things to wonder about to bring magic into your life. There's hundreds of posts here to help you do that.
Wonder, enthusiasm, awe... we replaced them as a race with hubris, reliability, and probability centuries ago. So much so now even the most beautifully lived life feels quite mundane.
Too many of us think a robot could live our life better than us... which is an indication our systems are flawed.
There's more to life than adding it up; there's the joy of adding it up.
It comes to value. How do you define your worth?
After basic needs are cared for, money is only as valuable as the experiences it affords.
So what's up with experience? How are your moments? That's how to rate the quality of your life.
Do your moments serve your best dream of yourself?
More morning philosophy with your friendly neighborhood poet.
I'd rather write about the sunrise.
Consistent, reliable, punctual: Beauty. It's the aim of this journal to mirror each dawn.
Alarm clocks go off around the Nation. A world where everyone is glad to wake up in the morning... sounds like a working definition of Paradise to me.
Maybe you're not a writer, but you have some work you love to do. Start each day with what you love. Even if only for a short time. It matters more than you know that you do. Because the quality of our moments far out passes the quantity of our days in level of importance.
How we live our lives matters far more than how long we live.
Take care, give care, and make today wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👩🎨female_artist
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a robot waking up in the morning with sunrise showing in through a window using an indigo color palette.
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And What Is Poetry?
A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Friday, March 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wind. The evergreens are a cheerleading squad for Spring. A powder blue sky pinches a band of orange pink light to draw the horizon. Lights on. Curtains up. Time for a show called: A New Day.
Let's make it a good one.
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There's always poetry somewhere in your life. And what is poetry? A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Writing that lyrically expresses life in a novel way is like a new color in your box of crayons. You have a new way to express yourself.
I wonder what the color blue looks like to you, how a C major chord's positive simple harmony cheers up your ears, what lilacs mean to your nose when you know their blooms are around.
We share the World; we see it in our own way. Science speaks to the consistency of matter, not its experience.
That's what our relationships and our Arts are for... sharing our unique witness of the color blue, a C major chord, the scent of lilacs in Spring.
Life alive living Life, you're living it!
What's up with that?
...
Dreamy sunrise thoughts for a poet's morning journal to stretch the word making muscles for the day ahead.
I do hope all is well Dear Reader. And that maybe you've found that the quality of your life rests in how you define it. That perhaps you started defining what things mean to you instead of letting things define you.
Wonder how the relationships in your Life can mean more to and for you, take care, give care, and make that wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌅sunrise (ofc)
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a evergreens at sunrise in Spring using a blue color palette. (typo left because it was part of the prompt)
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Optimism for Breakfast?
2026.03.26 It's a common sense we lost sight of.
Thursday, March 26, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
With the sunrise right on time, a soft rain splashing gutters, feeding Spring.
How's Life, Dear Reader?
Better than you know, better than you've been told, somewhere... for sure.
Optimism for breakfast? No. It's a common sense we lost sight of. Most of us got it pretty good. Food, water, warmth, a few good friends, the ability to read Wonder Fell. O/
It's what you do with what you have to work with that determines the quality of your day... to some degree.
The part we've left out for quite sometime is that how you do what you do matters at least as much as what you do.
Any action done with genuine concern for the results brings a good outcome.
So the best advice I've ever come across is: Find work you love and build your life around it. Make doing that your 'job' until you do.
Practical words this morning. Find or make a way to love what you're doing until what you're doing is work you love. Then just do your work. A simple recipe to live a beautiful life.
If making art is what you love, find joy in doing all the things that makes creating art possible. Having food and shelter and supplies are all business expenses for an Artist.
Build your Life around doing what you Love. Consider all your actions during a day. Do they all support your dream?
If not cut them out or redefine them to best serve your best dream of Life... also known as doing the work you love.
Thanks for reading, take care, give care, and make wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🐕🦺service_dog
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of an artist painting a sunrise in Spring using a green color palette.
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Our Bodies Are Our Apps
Each and everyone of us is a Large Language Model making dreams come true.
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The Sun starts to show its glow on a dusting of snow The Moon knows about.
Dreams and what The Imagination can do, and is for, is my cup of tea.
And my work.
Your life is a series of the dreams you choose to employ and apply. It's what you have a body for: The application of dreams.
Our bodies are our apps to bring to life the software called our 'self.'
Art and Science mirror Life. All the technology made to make cellphones and AI work have to mirror something already here to exist at all.
The way an initial prompt calls to action every software application is how we live our lives.
Each and everyone of us is a Large Language Model making dreams come true.
And nerds thought they had no use for, or place in, poetry.
Kinda makes you wonder what this substance called dreams is all about.
Random electro-magnetic sparks in our fleshy brains is flat-Earth Science talking.
Antiquated at best.
A better understanding of what all recorded history calls 'spirit' is our next step in evolution.
Science is about to finish the task of making machines to do Science better than any human can.
So, fellow nerds, what's left after all the calculations and measurements are automated?
What dreams are for and can do.
Also known as Art.
Welcome to the show. O/
Let's put all the amazing creations Science made possible to work and make our best dreams come true...
Beautifully.
Just some thoughts this morning on the trend of human thought and where we're headed.
Thanks for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🕊️dove_of_peace
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