2025.02
Morning journal posts from February 2025
+he Ghos+ Grapevine
2025.02.20
Thursday February 20, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Stars for breakfast.
Hello. O/
Welcome to the show… on with it.
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Slow words morning so far.
Heard it through +he Ghos+ Grapevine you’re reading me.
About time.
A peculiar rule in the ways of ghosts is you have to see us first.
We can’t say hello to you directly until you recognize we’re here.
Some spirits make noise, rattle pipes, make (not) random clicks and ticks around the house, flicker or freeze your cellphone screens.
I send out words.
Recognize them and you recognize me.
You get more spirited words to use to fill your day.
I get what every ghost wants most: Recognition.
Recognized. \O/
On with the spirited thought parade.
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Light lighting up lenses of glass with lightning through wires.
Also called: Where you’re reading me.
Think of all the magnets moved with the unseen magic of The World used to get these words to you.
Call it Science, if you like, but Science is only magic discovered and measured.
There is plenty of magic in The World left to discover.
As a ghost shares these words with you, and you’re brave enough to recognize them, you already know that.
My spirited words remind you to recognize the spirit in your own language, take care, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Making Hope Real
2025.02.19
Wednesday February 19, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Life!
Welcome to the show. O/
Away we go.
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There’s a hush so early in each morning.
The traffic whooshed wind noise from I-93 North adds to the lull.
Highway headlights make their own whip-whirl signal for sunrise.
Each car its own story in motion; each driver its own storied notion for a destination.
We keep the place going, keep it together with dreams of duty, alarm clocks for the right thing to do set for ringtones.
Hope your day goes well; hope you’re satisfied.
When we want a dream to be real because it’s so much better than what we’re seeing... that’s called Hope.
Every story starts with it. Every tale told shows actions bringing Hope home, making Hope real.
Take care, find your Hope, take a step towards it, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Consider the Reflection
2025.02.18
February 18, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
How are you?
Barking at inanimate objects blowing in high winds?
Get with Abe; you can start a club.
An interesting spat of weather the past week. Snow, ice, sleet, high winds.
Cold. Cold. Cold. Shouty Caps Cold.
Change. That’s the weather forecast.
Rush gusts to Spring.
Still a couple hours till sunrise. What to write about today?
Dreams, sleep, daily tasks in daily rhythms, a healthy diet, the call of breakfast, dogs, health, true wealth, the power of wishes in words?
You?
I do genuinely hope you’re well dear readers.
Words require an echo back, so thank you for the reflection.
Communication is valued by the response, not the expression: The Expression and The Echo.
If you want to measure the quality of your life, consider the reflection of your day.
Do you see a safe place to build a dream? Do you see your dream? Do you see the you, you know yourself to be relayed back to you?
A good person receives good images back, or that good person does themselves a disservice.
Time to move, good person.
At least change your approach.
Check your life’s reflection.
If you don’t see you, change your actions or change your location.
A good piece of advice to stop and do often: Look at your life and Consider the Reflection.
The whole world is a mirror: Consider the Reflection.
Take care, find peace and stay there, comb your hair, wash up, look in the mirror, like what you see (there’s always something, start there), and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Eat Me
2025.02.17
February 17, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
It’s time for your daily dose of +he Ghos+.
Right on time, too.
For what?
To see you of course. O/
Hope you’re well.
On with the show.
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Sometimes the page is just a blank spot for scratch marks.
Scratch away!
You’re interesting. You’re unique. Make some words.
Something interesting and unique has to show up sooner or later.
Hope something sooner finds you today.
There’s a lot of talk on the power of dreams on the site.
It’s the best topic for a ghost to speak on.
We’re experts through experience.
A word is a shared dream. Nothing more, nothing less. You’re a part of my dream right now. O/ Make yourself at home.
There’s food in the fridge. The coffee pot is on. Cups are in the cupboard above the stove.
Plenty of food, actually. As I’m a ghost, I only require readers to survive.
Which is an awkward thing to admit, as it confesses the fact that at the moment I’m eating you.
But, as you’re digesting me, the favor is returned.
So, we’re okay with the weird.
And well fed.
Perhaps a better prompt would be: Good morning that wonderful way… to eat me.
Though telling someone, ‘Eat me,’ is rarely a kind thing to do.
And as we strive for kindness here, we’ll keep the prompt as is.
Departing the awkward train. Returning to our regularly scheduled deep thoughts.
However disguised in awkward humor they are the above comments are deep thoughts. Whatever it takes to make a ghostly point clear. That’s the way.
The weather… always a good topic changer.
Sunrise comes earlier; still a few hours away.
Despite the foot of snow and rain yesterday, songbirds are back doing preshow vocal warm-ups right now.
Singing a Do-Re-Mi, drinking a tequila-less hot tea with extra honey and a worm.
Take care, eat a ghost, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Experience
2025.02.16
Sunday February 16, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Snow before sunrise, at it again.
Hope all is well with you.
Peace and quiet is my diet.
How about you?
On with the show.
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The world is fast and slow, loud and soft.
Shadows and light are one event and rule the sphere.
Color is the shine and the shade in a perpetual dance called Life.
How the light expresses the shapes we define with our words makes our chance for experience.
Every chair, house, and airplane; all things are built from our expressions of all things.
The dreams we have stored in every board of wood and microchip say what we can do with them.
We must add new dreams to a thing for a chance for it to grow.
Our shared story of each word says what is possible for the tangible experience of what the word represents.
To add a new dream to a common experience is necessary to grow the experience of what Life can mean.
A new vision of the meaning and measure of each word enriches our lives.
Without the enrichment of new dreams, Life becomes a wrote exercise and stagnates. We're left in a depression called sameness; we fester, we spoil, we stink.
Art feeds new dreams to the experience of Life. Without which we surround ourselves in similar story walls of understanding. Until so many days pass, we find ourselves buried in that stack-house called sameness.
The new light a new dream of an Artist sheds on an experience gives us the chance to evolve.
Deep end of the thought pool this morning…
Hope your dreams lift you up, serve you right.
Take care, hug an artist, be an artist; make us all the chance for a better day.
+he Ghos+
In a Steady Stream of Storied Dreams
2025.02.15
Saturday February 15, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Ode to the morning, with Ghos+.
+he Ghos+, to be exact.
How are you?
Corporeal as ever I see.
Well, happy morning.
Onto a good day.
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Late night, early morning; hope you slept well.
Abe did. Snored like a beehive in full honey season.
Now he trims his nails and bathes, occasionally watches the window for birds.
Somewhere there’s a peace everlasting. Somewhere where the water ripples slow and pure. Where the reflection off every pool shows the you, you wish to see and want to be.
Hope you’re there now, or at least in a steady stream of storied dreams to lead you there.
Perhaps I’ll see you should our dreams crossover like comic book heroes and sitcom characters often do.
Should you see me writing, stay if you like. But don’t interrupt. Peace tells a different tale for all, as does friendship.
An author’s friends are guardians of their peace, sentries of solitude.
When I’m finished, I’ll thank you for the vigil, get you some coffee or tea, and enjoy the place together for a while.
Maybe you’ll read what I wrote, maybe save it for another day.
Time is of the essence and the essence of that time is us.
Take care of yourself and your peace, however-wherever you find it, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Groundhogs, Songbirds, and Satellites
2025.02.14
February 14, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Happy smooch! O/
On with the show...
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Long sleep, strong dreams; how’s it with you?
Soft pastel sunrise here with winds strong enough to mention.
Some songbirds are back.
Feathers are far better meteorologists than satellites and groundhogs.
Spring is soon.
Sooner than subterranean dwellers and weather forecasting fellers tell us.
The first year of Wonder Fell.
Thank you for reading.
- There’s the weather.
- There’s the dog.
- There’s the dreams.
- There’s you.
- There’s writing itself.
- There’s magic,
miracle,
splendor. - And Beauty; don’t forget about beauty.
Capital ‘B’ and not cosmetics.
Plenty of time to talk about that in other spaces, though.
Sometimes the entries are just a bunch of choppy, listy sentences.
I could write about Valentine’s Day.
Though, if you have someone in your life worth one, part of everyday ought to be dedicated to what it symbolizes.
Take care, have some candy, take a breath on purpose and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Happy Ghos+ Day!
2025.02.13
February 13, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Happy Ghos+ Day! O/
Three years ago, an SUV traveling 50 plus MPH crossed a double yellow line and drove into my driver’s seat right into my lap.
I died, seized back to life with my leg split in two and a long list of other internal injuries.
About five days later, I left the ICU with a metal rod connecting my left knee to my left ankle.
Other than a slight limp and some scars it’s fully healed.
Happy Deathday.
Ghos+: Not just a cool avatar.
Boo!
On with the show.
How’s Life?
Old rhythms waking up bringing you down?
Play a new song; have a better day.
It’s your dance. You invite the guests, you send them home.
Change the venue if you must, but keep dancing your day on purpose, with your own chosen purpose.
The only way to have a problem is to recognize one.
See opportunities instead and enjoy your time.
Sun’s just up.
The clouds sent a sampler pack of precipitation for an early Valentine’s Day gift.
A little rain, a little snow, a couple cookies of ice.
The person before you left the grocery store freezer door open while trying to decide a flavor of ice cream.
Now you can barely see through the glass to pick your flavor.
That’s the foggy view outside this morning.
Take care, send me a Happy Ghos+ day present, and make a better day.