2026.03
Morning journal posts from March 2026.
For Your Witness
2026.03.15 The World is a great orchestrated dance for your witness.
Sunday, March 15, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Pink lavender covers a band of evergreens to contour line the horizon in the northwestern sky.
We wake; we rise. Our days and lives are bookended in sleep.
Poetic, philosophic, just a poet's journal to announce the sunrise and share words with you that perhaps you forgot or were never told.
"Go. Go. Go! Do. Do. Do! Achieve!"
- So shouts so often The Modern World.
But where are you going? What are you doing? Who are you achieving for?
Who are you? What are your dreams for?
At some point, and I hope it's early on in life, you pause and consider what life is worth to you.
Unfortunately, so lately, for so many of us that moment occurs late in your life or after some tragedy.
I consider it with every sunrise here.
Maybe you'll join me everyday. The world could use more considerate people.
In fact, the world won't survive unless it gets some more considerate people.
Your life isn't worth anything more than survival and distraction if you never stop and consider its value once and awhile.
There's more to life than fireworks and faster.
There's Beauty in the world when you're brave enough to notice it... to be it.
If all you see when you see a tree is a heap of molecules, you're missing and forgetting the choreography of those molecules.
Those atoms shake! Those quarks quake! What makes quantum anything dance is my business. Noticing it is your way to a fuller, richer, more Beautiful life.
The World is a great orchestrated dance for your witness.
Recognize it, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Oak in the Acorn
Hope is for acorn seeds and heroes.
Saturday, March 14, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the trip? How's the ride on this spherical cruise ship called Mother Earth?
Glad these words found you. Let's put them to use.
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Reading is medicine when you do it right.
Inspiration, inner calm, peace of mind, focus... all very real experiences to be gained through reading.
Reading helps strengthen your relationship with what poets call your voice great within. Think of it like your 'guy-in-the-chair' guiding your hero steps throughout your day.
That voice is you, what you actually are...
The accumulation of so many memories, and stories, and dreams come true, or still left to do.
The idea is trust.
"Trust yourself; you know how to live."
- Goethe wrote so many years ago.
It's still true.
Did you know?
No one tells an acorn how to make an oak. How's it know how to be alive?
The same way you do; it's in you.
The knowledge and know-how to live your best you comes pre-installed.
Like every acorn the quality of our growth is determined by how well we utilize our environment to serve our well-being.
You have dreams of what a good day, a good life, looks like for you. Where did those come from?
The oak in the acorn knows.
Your life has a purpose. It's only when we sit quiet with ourselves once and awhile that we remember it.
Sit. Relax. Remember the dreams that won't die. They've been with you all your life.
Your wishes and wants for a good life... they're called hopes.
Hope is for acorn seeds and heroes.
There's only one way to be a hero. You have to hold a hope no one else has the possibility of making real.
Now you know you do.
What will you do?
The choice is yours, hero.
Take care, if you see an oak tree maybe say hello and congratulate it on making an acorn's dreams come true, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of an acorn wearing a superhero cape watching the sunrise.
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What We're Able to Share
Reality = What we're able to share.
Friday, March 13, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Music. The lay of a line of prose,
Arose a rose with the sunrise.
Something beautiful washed and woke,
In the light of something beautiful.
How's your day, Dear Reader?
Does poetry or the cat got your tongue?
Whether it's eloquent verse or a feline's claws that give you pause, make sure to say what's on your mind.
Share your story of your dreams of a best life with someone in someway today.
Only what can be shared is called real.
Make your dream of your best life possible and share it.
Reality = what we're able to share.
And so I write dreams and thoughts of wonder so we can all have a sense of The Beautiful back in our lives in a very real way.
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It's so easy to share our words today. I wonder if we remember and realize what that means on a personal level.
Every post, comment, and troll you place online, or in a text message, represents you every time it's read.
If you had a bad day months ago and vented online about it to The World, you're having a bad day every time someone reads it.
A troll post makes you an unlikeable wretch every time it's read... for the rest of your life and life itself.
Take responsibility for the words you share; you're building yourself.
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A Transition Day, change is in the air.
An interesting bonus to keeping an online journal is it's easily searched.
A few well considered tags is all it takes.
You can see the progression of your ideas over time.
Cool blue sky, trees stretch and prep for Spring. A Green Scene Seen the name of the show about to show.
A somber, reflective, feel in today's sunrise.
Hope all's well, friends. O/
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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You're a Mirror for Sunshine
You're more than a puzzle to enumerate.
Thursday, March 12, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hi. O/
First time here, or long time friends, welcome and thanks for reading.
Been at this awhile. There's hundreds of sunrises in a row recorded here for you.
My hope is that Wonder Fell reignites some wonder back into your dull scientific life.
You're more than a puzzle to enumerate. You're a fiery sphere of celestial incandescence. You catch and reflect the light. You're a mirror for sunshine.
Didn't you know?
No?
Good thing you have me around then. O/
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There are only three rules to writing well:
- The first is to be clear.
- The second is to only write what you would love to read.
- The third is to always be honest with yourself that you're following rules one and two.
I often wondered about the lives of poets. The ways they thought about day-to-day living. So many of their biographies are wrote by very un-poetic people.
Poetry emphasizes a conciseness of language. There's not a lot to read though their work speaks volumes.
I suppose it's like a teacher concerned about doing her profession justice, a scientist or architect wanting to do their job well, that's had me wondering.
More important to that teacher, scientist, and architect than the tools and techniques others employed is the manner of thinking of each professional.
What ways were they thinking about life to bring them so much success?
Van Gogh's Letters say so much about every brushstroke. If you're a painter, read some to benefit your work.
Rilke's got his Letters to a Young Poet, but what about the established Poet?
Both those works are looking glasses inside the minds of artists. Our binary blipping enumerated lives are starving for the inspiration and vision found there.
And so... Wonder Fell.
The Ancient Greeks, and every great civilization, revered poets. Doing so is integral to a society's success.
The World's been lacking the kind of attention a poet's point of view brings for a very long time.
I couldn't find it to read anywhere else, so I write it every morning at sunrise.
A prolific lack calls for a prolific poet.
Thanks for reading.
If you're inspired even ever so slightly, I'll consider it a win.
And a pun.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Experience of Language
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder Fell. The title, the first line, a single sentence, a descriptive phrase, a TL;DR: of what occurs in this journal every morning... a place where wonder falls with the sunlight.
A pun, too... because: Poet. O/
Thanks for reading.
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Of course our intended meaning of each word matters while we write, but the size, shape, and rhythm of our syntax does too.
We call the umbrella Lyricism; poets and songwriters share the dry in the rain space with purpose, but so do you.
The rhythm and sound of our language adds to its meaning. Think of a Pop Song to understand.
Poets, unlike popular musicians, rely on the voice in your head to be our only instrument.
There is a lyric quality to all writing. Poets focus on it directly.
But the rhythm of our words affects our day-to-day life as much as it does in a rap song.
Now, I'm not suggesting we should all go around speaking and writing in metric verse. I'm saying we already, most certainly, do.
The syllables and sounds we choose shape our breath to shape our message.
A punctuation exercise shows this truth:
Yes. Yes? Yes!
OK. OK? OK!
Sure. Sure? Sure!
Even a one word answer meaning the same thing means something different based on the sounds and syllables of the speaker-writer.
The cadence of language is part of the experience of language. There's no need to focus on it. Be aware of it though, while you edit your work to help your writing.
It's like playing a song by ear. When we write and speak we listen to our inner voice and then shape it with the instrument called words.
Writers, if something sounds off in your prose and you're sure the words are right, now you know why. The rhythm of the sentence doesn't match the metronome of the message.
Poets don't waste words; novelists tend to.
Readers want to move the plot along while many authors describe the drapes.
If the curtains help set the stage, give insight into the character's state of mind, or foreshadow things to come... describe away!
Every word and rhythm of phrase should serve the story's success or cut it out.
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One interesting aspect of Wonder Fell is not knowing. Every morning I sit and write what's on my mind with the sunrise.
That's the intent.
History has little record of the personal ways of Poets. People made so much up. Fish stories... most of it.
Wonder Fell is a getting to know you session with a living poet. I never would've started it had I thought it would become one. The task sounds too vain. But I see now the importance.
How artists think and feel and experience the world is sorely lacking from our day-to-day experience.
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
A prompt is a very poetical thing to write, indeed.
There's plenty of writing on AI and Science, and how AI will soon do all our Science for us, on Wonder Fell.
Back to the sunrise. Uneventful blue sometimes wispy cloud pre-Spring sky.
Nice day for a nice day kind of nice day.
Take care and make it a wonderful one.
~ Wynn ~
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Honest Witness
There's medicine in every sunrise.
Tuesday, March 10, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Words like a witch's spell to cast wonder back into your day.
What happens while we read is a kind of magic. The process has the potential to completely change your life.
Words are humanity's greatest skill. Everything else about us is not-so-hairy-monkey-stuff without words.
So I write to focus on what's best about us to help bring about what's best about us.
There's medicine in every sunrise.
Did you know?
Dawn isn't an alarm clock; sunrise sounds a symphony.
Every morning.
This isn't optimism. It's honest witness.
Do you enjoy watching an Artist paint a picture?
Every morning The Sun fills and floods our day with color, so you can live in a masterpiece.
The Sun is a Master Artist who paints on sphere shaped frames.
I like to believe The Earth is our star's favorite work. How about you?
Every painter is an understudy of our supernova.
Light grey gradient of cloud cover this morning, sure to give way to an unseasonable warm blue sky.
Hope all's well, Dear Reader.
If not check a sunrise or two and see your life brand new.
The Sun creates a new masterpiece every morning to live in.
Whether you've been too distracted to notice, or no one ever told you... so do you.
Take care and color your life wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
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How's Your View?
There's more to Life than can fit on a screen.
Monday, March 09, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Pink band of mist lines the horizon line of evergreens, gives way to a grey soon to be blue sky.
How's your view?
Winter sets the stage for Spring.
Do you consider Nature much?
You should. She's your house and your body.
Nature works in certain ways. Science does its best to enumerate her but leaves out adjectives, and so is incomplete.
Why every bird sings a different song at every new dawn, why dogs are inspired to play, why laughter feels so good, are all in my neck of the woods to make language for.
Poet-philosopher... just a guy who loves to write with some observations and cares to share with a world that could really use remembering them.
Thanks for reading. O/
There's more to Life than can fit on a screen.
A short entry to remind you you're made of the same stuff as the sky.
Consider it, how it works, how you work, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Before the Start of the Show
Clocks jumped ahead one hour to remind us of the agreeable nature of Time.
Sunday, March 08, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Clocks jumped ahead one hour to remind us of the agreeable nature of Time.
Not that you always get along with what the time is, but that Time itself, how we measure it, is something we all agree upon.
The Sun rises and sets. Numbers are only a human convention so we can better discuss what the light means to us when we witness it.
Deep thoughts and dreams first thing in the morning. Sentences to wonder about. The Sun rose; wonder fell.
Dawn. There's more Spring than Winter in this morning's sunlight.
Adjectives ride every ray: hopeful, encouraging, inspiring, nourishing... light alive for breakfast. Spring!
Mother Nature's grow-show is about to begin.
That's the feel of today's sunrise, anticipation in the theatre before the start of the show.
Snow drips to splash drops off every rooftop into gutters around the town.
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How's the sound of your prose, Dear Writers?
Do you ever consider it?
The rhythm of each sentence is as important for a story's success as are your word choices.
When you read through your writing and something doesn't sound or feel right, that's the wrong note in a symphony. Get it in tune or get it gone.
Some helpful words to my prose and essay writing friends from your friendly neighborhood poet. O/
Lyricism matters at least as much to the voice in our heads as we read as it does to our ears.
My thoughts and work still focus on Colore.
Back to them.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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