Your Ghost

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

A voice in the dark, waiting on the light.

You've got headlights for eyes, flashlights to see.

All writing is an act of graffiti until it's read.

Thanks for pulling me off the wall and bringing me into the story of your life.

All reading is an act of resurrection.

Boo! O/

Thanks for breathing life into these words with your attention.

Without our recognition words are just scribbles on a page, binary blips on a screen.

Ghost magic got you yet? In the reading zone?

This Ghost Realm where reading lives is where everything begins. Dreams become thoughts here, so thoughts can make actions.

Maybe you never thought about it, took it for granted. It's important now you do.

The Ghost Realm is what separates us from machines, what makes us alive.

It's not deep thinking; it's where thinking lives.

To see the world is to read the world, and so all acts of observation live in The Realm of The Ghost, too.

A picture is worth at least a thousand words, so seeing anything at all is an act of reading.

Listening too. Ever hear an audiobook?

Our other senses as well...

There's Braille for touch, for an example.

There's the words that blueberry muffins baking and coffee brewing in the kitchen bring for senses of smell, for examples.

Sensing anything at all is an act of reading.

The thing that chooses what to do with what you read is what you are.

Your Ghost.

What my Ghost is up to at dawn is recorded and expressed everyday here.

Thanks for reading. Hopefully my words in some way help you to have a better day.

What we sense is possible ought to match what we dream is possible.

I believe when it does that's called a good life, that's healthy living.

Here's to your health. O/

Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.