You're a Mirror for Sunshine

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/

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.