2025.02
Morning journal posts from February 2025
Plan It
2025.02.28
Friday February 28, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hello. O/ Welcome to the show.
If it’s your first time, relax and stay awhile if you like.
Just a poet’s morning journal with a link to some of his poems on the top of the page.
Hope your day is well, goes well.
On with the show.
Despite what the archaic Roman calendar would have us believe, the New Moon in February signals the start of the year.
Say Happy New Year at the end of March during the Equinox.
Spring starts. New life begins. Happy Birthday Green Glorious Globe!
Time, time, time; such a historical mess.
The calendar, as we know it, is just a very long time ago Emperor’s daily planner.
How to best manage the seasons of his Empire, not the Earth.
It’s out of sync with Life, out of sync with our rhythms.
One day we’ll be brave enough to examine and amend it to better shape the quality of our lives.
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Sometimes I mention Abe’s squeak toys, too.
Sometimes it’s full disclosure GPOV (Ghost Point of View).
Gnome, dragons, magic; some days.
Writing itself, some days.
A rare current event, (so rarely worth mentioning), some days.
Sun’s up. Abe’s pre-Spring snore moved its line of sight out the window for a maybe sighting of a bunny, BOP or squirrel.
Every planet aligns today; Heaven is up to something.
Making puns like poets, perhaps.
Planning with the planets on a calendar far and away more accurate than any ancient Roman ruler.
Take care, espy the sky, smile because you want to at least once, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Deep Thought Boulevard
2025.02.27
Thursday February 27, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
There is a deep goodness, a richness, in people; deep down hid in dark places so long, so long forgotten, forgot its own light: Soul, we’re talking about soul.
We ought to more. Ought to recognize the power of dreams more, too.
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O/ Stopped off on Deep Thought Boulevard.
Always best to say hello first, at least a ‘Hi.’
Especially before starting a deep thought parade.
Coffee and Tea before philosophy in +he Ghos+’s House.
Quick heavy snow to match quick heavy thoughts in a quick journal entry.
Hope you’re well.
Off to sit and watch snow fall with Abe while I gather deeper thoughts for other words in other places.
Take care, take a breath, a bath, a break; and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
A Tapestry
2025.02.26
Wednesday February 26, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back to:
+he Ghos+’s House of Words.
O/
Hope all is well,
Time for a spell.
Ghosts and magic,
Ghosts are magic;
Spirit Stuff.
Just like you.
From my ghost to yours,
On with our show...
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Slow words again; something in the air.
Hopefully, a new story.
New story days are the best kind of days.
There’s joy and expectation of joy in a new story day.
Maybe it’s a book, or a movie, or a new person come, or an old person gone; the end of a story always starts another.
Remember?
We’re living breathing stories.
So a new story day means: A new you!
We constantly remake ourselves by how we read ourselves.
The Book of You.
Dreams with words to match
And make sense of,
To make new dreams…
Paused for breakfast,
Happens sometimes.
A reset of rhythm.
A new key.
A new tempo.
Here we go.
On with the show...
(Again).
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Make your cup of coffee,
Pour your tea,
Add a new dream or two,
Make one for me.
Remember today is a tapestry of all the dreams you choose to use from all your yesterdays.
Remember to choose each dream on purpose with your hope of a good life as your purpose, take care, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Sincerity
2025.02.25
Tuesday February 25, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful place.
Hello. O/ Back again, I see.
You are getting wiser.
Good to see you and good for you.
Hope your day goes well.
On with our show...
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"It feels right; I like to make sentences."
My personal reason for the work I do.
Of course there's the possibility to help another, to give them insight, to shine a light on a dark place in their life to better help them make sense of it.
Our work though, to be considered work, has to provide some result that helps further life.
Life isn't our heartbeat, isn't the steps in our feet. Life is living: Alive!
Life is experience and the expression of the experience.
Art helps us to better express our experience and so enrich our life.
Art gives us the opportunity to grow.
Without Art we're just materialistic stomachs, arms, and legs looking to rub up and down against something to occupy us until we're hungry enough to eat again.
It's not intellectual, Art never is.
It's gratitude.
An artist shares an experience in a new way in hopes you'll share the experience from their expression.
The measure of Art is in its ability to affect us in the manner the artist desires.
If a Love song doesn't sound like love, it's about something else...
Like the need for the artist to examine their definition of Love, because if the music isn't sounding 'it' it ain't 'it.'
Clarity of expression is the most, and perhaps only, rule of Art.
Be Clear.
Every artist, musician, poet, author bumper sticker that to your laptop or guitar case.
Feel what you're creating while you create it.
A quick uplifting beach read needs to be wrote in a quick uplifting manner to be any good.
A Love song best be wrote from a place and sung from a place of Love, or the lie will lie in the lyrics and notes.
There is no greater tragedy in the whole world of Art than a disingenuous Love song.
Frankly, they're nauseating and serve neither the artist nor the audience.
Art never lies and so what the world hears is another's display of some lesser experience posing as Love for some personal false sense of importance or financial gain.
But there's nothing there but insincerity, the inability to be brave enough to clearly express yourself.
If it's not Love, it's something else.
Define something else, sing about that, or it's just failed Art.
Some thoughts on sincerity and how best to do our work, live our lives.
Take care, be gracious and grateful and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Rescued.
2025.02.24
Monday February 24, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Good to have you read me again. O/
Hope all is well with you.
On with our show.
“What’s a day like for you, Ghos+? What do you do?”
I write, I right, I wright; I make convenient puns.
There’s the journal, the poems, the stories. We’ll get to the stories soon.
There’s dreams of better days, then taking steps towards them.
There’s Abe.
He’s come a long way since I rescued him from Texas.
He’s calm, friendly, and loves pulling squeakers from the bellies of squeak toys now.
He dances at dinner time.
He barely ate at all the first day and a half after I got him.
He took dog food from my hand when I offered, but the dog bowl stayed full.
The new dog bed stayed empty, passed by for the cold wood floor in a dark corner.
Going on two days with only a few handfuls of food, I picked up his bowl and sat with it in his bed, then called him over.
He ate some, looked around, ate some more, looked around, looked at me and ate.
Ate!
I cried.
Not much for crying, maybe only a handful of times since adulthood.
In his new dog bed, Abe ate and I cried; both for the first time in a very, very long time.
Rescued.
+he Ghos+
Friends on Ice
2025.02.23
Sunday February 23, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Back. O/
Hope all is well, time for a spell… called today.
On with the show...
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Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.
Abe chews his food, a fan’s low hum, whatever song a sunrise sings for the sound scene so far.
Spring flexes her muscles, toots her horn of plenty.
About 30 degrees warmer today than it’s been for a week or so.
Still a lot of sunshine days left to clear so much snow.
But we can talk about the weather anytime; it’s always a factor.
And we do like our factors.
They’re what we share.
When we say we have a lot in common with someone we mean we have common factors.
Similar ideas and experiences are pieces we use to make sense of our lives.
If you and your new friend both grew up in an Artic tundra, and you just found out this fact(or), you just found a friend for life.
A shared experience of a childhood growing up in the arctic makes a great foundation for a warm friendship.
The words are glacier slow the past few days; the weather of another kind.
Perhaps a trip to a keyboard is in order soon for the morning journal.
Speedier lines to help Spring her Sprung.
Take care, icebergs or suburbs, stay warm and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Somewhere
2025.02.22
Saturday February 22, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
Early morning, even for me.
A ‘Western Hemisphere is probably asleep,’ morning.
Or still awake.
Hope the day finds you well.
On with the show...
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There’s so much to say; somedays are like that.
Today what I want is peace that’s peaceful.
Somewhere to enjoy more than protect.
Somewhere easy to get to and easy to be.
Somewhere dreams are recognized as coming first and time to make them is encouraged and protected.
Somewhere faerie tales aren’t for fantasy, but are treasure maps.
Deep, deep end of the thought pool this morning.
Awaited weighted words.
Gonna let’em grow.
Take care, find peace and have it, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Free from Metaphorical Hypothermia
2025.02.21
Friday February 21, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
The Sun starts to show, starts his show; daylight says good morning.
So do I. O/
Abe thought the shadows in the yard needed chasing away last night.
He wasn’t quiet about it.
Something a dog can see, can sense.
I let him out to send it off a few times.
All that came of it was an hour or two of sleeping in for us.
Maybe.
I trust him, so I’m sure something was accomplished: Preventative Medicine.
Like wearing a hat, gloves, and heavy coat in the Winter, a simple choice to ward off unwanted ills later on.
Abe: This dog doesn’t cry wolf.
I thanked him and slept an hour later free from metaphorical hypothermia.
Right now is for practical things; Abe asks to be fed.
Least I can do for a good friend is to answer yes.
Take care, trust a friend, and make a better day.