You Are Your Wonder

Thursday, May 28, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

"He treated life like a game and not a gift, and so was always secretly miserable winning or losing."

A line from some prose I'm working on that greeted me this morning.

Speaking of prose-ish things, Colore updates on Friday return again tomorrow.

Once a week is a good metric, for now.

Back to the sunrise...

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Cool idyllic New England Spring morning. Sparrows chirp, wrens whistle, robins peck and seek through fallen twigs and leaves to pad the nurseries in their nests.

A few kind clouds breeze by.

I sometimes wonder if I should just drop this journal and start the day with more traditional writing to share.

But then I go about the day with all the impersonal flashes of text on screens, screens, everywhere and I keep Wonder Fell rolling.

Words are here to share the human experience of Life. From Media madness to Scientific dull, from Religious sermons to Nature documentaries, from giggling gossip to prophetic Poetry; words define our experience so we can share our experience.

There's memoir to discuss individual moments of an individuals life. But there's another kind of personal writing: original thought.

O/

More than what's sensing Life, we're also what's considering Life.

You are your wonder.

Sunlight falls like rain to color The World.
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.

The Sun rose.
Wonder fell.
What's it to you?

Put some words to your wonder. Call it your life. Enjoy the sunshine. And, as always, from my considering Ghost to yours, thanks for reading.