Wynn
I'm Concerned About You
Why put the rose out of its misery when just a little care, water, and sunlight can bring its rapture?
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Post-blizzard blues got you forgetting your shoes and looking for your boots?
Enjoy the easy illumination the reflection of snow brings to The World and brighten up your attitude.
Glad you're here.
Though it's never been said before, I know you'll find it true when you look; every cloud looks like a flying snowbank in flight.
If you think real hard about it, maybe flex your Science muscles some too, you'll understand: That's exactly what a cloud is.
New ways of looking, listening, and sensing The World... an Artist's cup of tea.
There's a potted rose by where I write. Not so long ago it wasn't doing so well. Most would have given up on it and tossed it away.
But I remember something so many seem to forget: Every flower, tree, and every thing alive, wants to grow... wants Life alive!
Why put the rose out of its misery when just a little care, water, and sunlight can bring its rapture?
Life wants living. How we sometimes forget...
Don't you ever wonder why a seed wants to grow? Why that dream you've had since you were young still wants to be true?
They're both within each seed, sapling, and person, for the same reason: To give substance to a dream.
I'm concerned about you. Concerned you'll let dry felt obligations drown out what's truly remarkable about you.
All the noble, wonderous, life-affirming dreams you have... please do yourself and The World justice and see to it you make at least a few real.
Be your best dream of yourself everyday.
Build your best dreams the best you can with what you have to work with everyday.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Why I Went Ghost
2026.02.23 It's a back to basics exercise... a modern day Walden, of sorts.
Monday, February 23, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
March's 'in like a lion' is about a week early. Snow, wind, blizzard-like environment for some of the Eastern United States.
Winter waves hello to Spring with post game party highlight reels.
Hope your weather is well... at least worth a poetic description or two.
Every morning for about a year and a half, I wrote down the sunrise at sunrise.
It's a back to basics exercise... a modern day Walden, of sorts.
Why I went Ghost... to remember with all this social media madness, all this distorted News, what living deliberately is all about.
Waking up to do the work you love is the best reason to wake up at all.
No alarm clock needed.
Sounds ideal to most, but after fighting for remission and winning, then beating Death and learning to walk again, I believe ideal sounds fair to me.
Do you give yourself enough credit?
You should; you've been through a lot.
There's this helpful habit called shaking it off I picked up a longtime ago.
The only issue with using it often is not giving yourself enough recognition for your accomplishments.
So I'm doing that this morning.
- Chronic auto-immune illness that took over a decade and a half of a healthy adult-life from me: Beat into remission. Check.
- SUV at over fifty mph that broke a double yellow and landed in my lap in my driver's seat flat-lining me dead, snapping my left leg in two, and damaging multiple nerves on my left-side: All healed and walking again. Check.
- Dream to share words of hope to help the World and my Country as often as I can that I've had for decades: O/ Check.
Give yourself some credit and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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AI and The Arts
2026.02.22 Mona Lisa paints Leonardo every time she's seen.
Sunday, February 22, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder...fell Way.
Early as these things go. More snow on the way. Phone screens talk about the weather. The calendar just turned to tomorrow in California. Welcome to Today, West Coast. O/
Time, Weather, Art, Music, the power of language, what dreams are for, the necessity of morality in stories, the Faith of Scientists, Peace, Love and the positive growth for us all AI makes possible: Some topics of this journal.
Thanks for reading.
On the topic of AI and The Arts... Artists, Musicians, and Writers, here's how AI is good.
We return to value Art because making it is what makes us human.
The sound and experience of a person in any room with you playing a violin can never be replaced by any speaker. Every note, word wrote, and brushstroke of every hand is an extension of the Artist.
Your whole life story is in every word you share. That's the Ghos+ Point discussed on this site.
What we create is an extension and reflection of ourselves.
Mona Lisa paints Leonardo every time she's seen.
Writers refer to the experience as: Our Writing Voice.
I refer to it as: O/
Who's waving to you?
What's your experience of me?
The circle-slash is my profile pic for a reason. It's how you view me through my words, through these symbols.
We do this with all we create.
Every note, brushstroke, and word shows The World who we are.
AI is a translation, a collaborative one, of what you wish to express.
Relying on AI to express anything for you is like having a translator follow you around a foreign Country that speaks an unfamiliar language. It's at least a step removed. And like that game of telephone... is your message, and meaning, being truly received?
The translator is helpful only until you learn the language and can clearly communicate your Self.
View The Arts as a foreign language. AI can help you learn to speak and communicate Artistically, but never wholly. AI is always a step away. AI is always second hand News.
Art must be an experience shared directly by one individual through the medium of their choice.
If someone or thing is telling The World what you mean, then you're not showing Life you... only another's interpretation.
Trusting AI to make Life decisions for you means surrendering your Life to Committee Rule.
We let a select view of the history of certain information dictate how we live if we give all our decisions to the collaborative translations of AI software.
Consider AI advice only, think for yourself, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of The Mona Lisa with a paintbrush in her mouth.
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On Irony
2026.02.21 The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long. The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder...fell Way.
When tomorrow becomes today and starts to play anew, again, anew.
What's new?
Winter waves goodbye with a snowfall or two. The view out every window is a Baker's display, icing on every tree and fencepost.
Dawn. Lights on. Snow sugar crystals shine back the sunrise.
It's not optimism; it's observation.
The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long.
The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Comedians do their best to lighten up the language of what's going on.
But it's not enough.
There's more to funny than being funny.
There's laughter funny and there's remarkable curious funny.
The latter is in the realm of Wonder.
O/
Irony is the realm of poets.
What's ironic can be worth laughing about, so poets and comedians get along well as a rule.
Irony is the display of the power of language. That words have to have agreed upon definitions to be of any value, yet they can mean something more, or something else, is the ultimate act of irony.
We grow; we evolve and so does our language. That we depend so much on something for our survival that is transitory by design is irony manifest.
Academic words at dawn... the sunrise loves to shine on cake frosted trees.
I'd rather write about deserts than the function of Irony, but my craft is an endangered species due to the misunderstanding of its necessity.
Every single word hopes to mean more.
Did you know?
Love is always looking for definition.
That one you're familiar with.
But all language is like that; it grows with the times.
Even Scientific theories adapt and grow.
Newton lives in a new town since Einstein came around. New words gave new definitions to old words and changed his zip code.
The work of poets. What both Newton and Einstein did was to use the language of Science to commit acts of Poetry. E = mc2 is using old words to shape and share a new dream. Also known as: Poetry.
The practical use of poetry is easy to see in a word like Freedom.
Our agreed upon definition needs an update.
At least a reminder.
Going to enjoy the view.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person looking out a window at sunrise watching the snowfall while holding a cupcake.
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My Business
Joy forever, what sets you free, and what conquers all. Otherwise known as: My business.
Friday, February 20, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Beauty, Truth, and Love.
Joy forever, what sets you free, and what conquers all.
Otherwise known as: My business.
The work and responsibilities of The Poet.
Keats wrapped (rapped, too) Beauty and Truth into the same definition.
Beauty, though, is the measure of a successful expression of Truth.
Truth is the way of The World.
Every seed has a best bloom within, every person a best life.
The closer we are in accordance to living our best life, blooming our best bloom, the greater our level of Beauty.
There's a dream within all living things that wants expression. It's called Life. And like an Artist, the better that dream is shaped and shown the more Beautiful the work appears.
The more clearly expressed the dream; the more beautiful the work of Art.
The clearer our expression of The Dream of Life; the more Beautiful our Life is.
The World, too, expresses The Dream of Life. Science measures Earth's consistent attempts with numbers and figures, only repeatable because The World keeps working in a certain way.
You lift your phone and touch the screen to view it in a certain way that works for you, but there are many other ways to accomplish the same thing.
The same with choices The Earth makes. She does the ways She knows work best.
We could learn a lot from The Earth... how to better our lives. She's been at this Life thing a long time.
Science is Faith in Earth's consistency.
Good old, older than old itself, Mother Earth.
Ways of thinking that show up more in Colore further down the story's road.
Thanks for reading and wondering. Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Happy day, On the Way
How do we know sometimes?
Thursday, February 19, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A healthy way to start your day.
Glad you agree. O/
Happy day, on the way.
How do we know sometimes?
It's a question I often ask each morning. All the sunrises in this contained environment, hundreds of them, what remarkable do they have in common?
Every sunrise brings a new experience.
Celestial fire never casts the exact same ray.
The Sun is a consistent agent for what's new.
Today our star is pouring happy in my neck of the woods.
I hope similar light finds you in a similar way to receive it.
...
Speaking of Hope... I've got the structure to Colore just about finished. Assembling New-New Hampshire, cleaning, and redesigning Wonder Fell took precedence.
In big literary circle language, a story (especially an Epic) has to be cathartic as well as didactic.
In more humane language, an Epic has to make you feel something and teach or remind you that you know something.
Shakespeare and The Ancient Greeks did it best. Aesop and The Brothers Grimm weren't too shabby at it either.
It's been a long time since humanity had any new tales that dealt with morality directly.
The result of which is the state of our current American News Media.
We can only ever be as good as our stories allow.
Time for some new stories to help heal our News stories.
Take care, enjoy your particular sunshine, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ⭕o
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of The Smiling Sun rising over a woody landscape.
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Making Art is a Physical Exercise
Artists of all endeavors, it's not a block or a lack of anything to say... it's an abundance.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sun's up, prophetic dreams, a long sleep.
Glad you're here. O/
There's much to share, where to begin? How to prioritize?
The real questions we often call writer's block.
Artists of all endeavors, it's not a block or a lack of anything to say... it's an abundance.
You simply have so much you want to say and share. The feeling isn't a block. It's a question of where to begin.
It's the reason for my tagline at the beginning of each entry.
It takes the guesswork out; it's a round of warm-up catch before the game.
Seeing as it's first thing in the morning, stretching these writer muscles is a good idea.
It's routine; it's ceremony.
Perhaps if you often find yourself in what's called a creative block you might try it out.
Develop your own ritual of sorts, your own pre-game warm-up.
Making Art is a physical exercise, after all.
Lean on what you love.
When I'm stuck with over-abundance, I write about writing. Eventually the focus on the physical act I'm doing leads to more topics for description.
Like how I began this entry with the phrase: 'prophetic dreams.'
Something my imagination faculties weren't 'warmed-up' enough to write about yet.
But here we are.
Sometimes the dreams while we sleep sew tapestries so clear of incongruous moments of our lives. A childhood friend shows decades later in a meaningful situation.
Dreams are evidence that there is an experience of existing outside of time.
See, my poetical waking self wanted to write that, but my poetic muscles weren't warmed-up enough yet to do so.
Start writing, doodling, smearing paint Artists! Remember you love this stuff.
Good ideas, brilliant imaginings, will show... but only by working.
Remember daydreaming is part of the job; it's shopping for supplies.
Take time to wander so you can work and have a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Flower You've Sown
2026.02.17
Tuesday, February 17, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
How's your story, Morning Glory? O/
A flock of European Starlings with a group harmony call like an 8-bit video game soundtrack landed on a large oak by the house yesterday to signal Spring.
Birds are the best meteorologists regardless what Scientists and Groundhogs say.
A migratory flock's survival depends on them getting the forecast right.
The more populated the species of migratory bird, the better they are at forecasting.
Birds and birdsongs... excellent material for a morning journal.
Birds are one of those things you don't know how fascinated you are with already until you show some interest in them.
There's wonder in wings in every sky.
There's a child-like joy and awe for every eagle in a glide, every great horned owl spotted on any tree top at dusk.
We share the space with so many we ought to be better neighbors.
European Starlings are mothers and fathers, too.
Compassion from humanity, migratory birds, and every beast keeps the World breathing.
It's not sentimental; it's common sense.
The phrase: 'Survival of the fittest' is read wrong.
Looking out for number one doesn't ever accomplish anything but Dead and Alone.
Life is about the relationships we keep... with ourselves and The World.
A gardener is never alone; there's a story in every bloom and vine.
Every flower's beautiful is an echo from its seed: "Thank you for caring."
The Beauty of flowers is a recognition of gratitude from Life itself.
"Now you're living right," Mother Nature says, as She hands you the flower you've sown.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a hopeful stick figure pen and ink image of a flower on a hill at sunrise.
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