2025.03
Morning journal entries from March 2025
Shine Brighter
2025.03.15
Saturday, March 15, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Peace like rain fell like rain.
Nothing grows without it, nothing is fed.
And so, peace like rain fell like rain.
Mixes well with coffee, too.
Hold out your cup and catch some.
Drink up.
Spring rings the alarm, time to rise, time to shine, time to get your green glow and grow on.
Thanks for reading. O/
On with our show...
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We all eat sunshine.
We say plants do, but the whole world feasts on photosynthesis.
Our first touch from The Sun sparks us alive.
The fire lit is our Life.
We share it and stay aflame from the echo.
What’s light burns or warms.
To burn is to raze, to warm is to raise.
So be careful how you spend your fire; but be certain you do.
Hold a torch too long and you become the torch.
Spend your fire; make something wonderful of your life.
Soul, of course, I’m writing about soul; your piece of Heaven’s fire called your Life.
Plot it, feed it, seed it as you choose; just know it’s divine and you’ll do fine.
What we make with the fire given to us we take with us when we die.
Make your Life worth your dream of Heaven. It’s the only way back home.
Fire can’t survive water.
Muddy light, neglectful of your dream of the Divine, simply can’t go home.
The place that sparked the dream to light you alive.
Best to shine brighter when you arrive.
Take care, tend to your piece of the fire, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Red Moon, Read
2025.03.14
Friday, March 14, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Blood Moon!
Ma gets to see Her shadow.
Why’s it red?
A good question.
Shadow and light, what happens at night, hid but always there… a good question.
For a ghost. O/
Might as well ask a scientist what your shadow is for while you ask them to shed some light on why The World’s shadow is red.
Every shadow is red.
There’s a story that explains it.
Don’t bother searching for it.
Gotta find me first. 🤫👻
Stories and shadows on The Moon are best discovered at certain times.
Until that certain time.
Hello. O/
Lost my manners to The Blood Moon.
How’s the day?
Ma’s shadow is on the other side of The Moon… time for Spring!
Get your green on; it’s game on.
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Strange practical morning today.
Anytime The Moon crowds the conversation romance is involved.
Just a guy, his dog, some love poems and thoughts of you here.
¿Dónde estás chica bonita?
Spring wants what’s new.
How about me and you?
Moonlight keeps The World alive, rushes the tide, makes a bride of the beach; waters water with a way to fly.
Rain to rain down a purposeful dance called creation.
Life, and so Love, aren't possible without The Moon’s insistence to hold on.
Lovers embrace best at night under the reminder of Moonlight.
Get a poet writing on The Moon and you have an all day-fest of words on Love’s persistent insistence to make Life, to Keep Life Going.
Night light cheers on the day to make and make and make more and more and more.
Spring: Game on, get your green on.
Take care and make and make and make a wonderful night and day.
+he Ghos+
Shakespeare Wrote Rap
2025.03.13
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Good morning that wonderful way.
No rush. Yawn. Stretch. Say hello. O/
And away we go…
On with our show...
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The idea is comfort.
A well-known author said something like: “Sit down and write; the conditions are never perfect.”
Well said.
Perfect leaves out room for growth and interpretation.
In Life, perfect doesn’t exist.
Perhaps Heavenly perfection does, but that’s for Heaven’s sake absent of Life.
Best to leave the idea of perfection to the sky and best express what it is you wish to convey with generous sincerity.
Some days I go into writing about writing first.
We ought to write about what we love, so it’s always a safe place to start.
Two strong rules for writing:
- Be Clear.
- Only write something you’d like to read.
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Our literature will start to match the structure of a text message the further we move from a race that uses speech as our first means of communication to one that favors the written first.
Check your text message history for further proof.
Your elementary school teacher would freak if she saw your use of (or lack of) grammar there.
Start using commas, colons and perfunctory periods in your text messages though, and your best friend would freak.
Stuffy Stuffy Grammar Gals will shake their heads and sulk at this, but it's necessary for a language to grow to stay alive.
So deal Gals.
Our use of words must grow if we’re to grow as a race.
So deal Gals.
Olde English doth not a sentence make these days.
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Shakespeare requires a translator these days.
Back in his day his plays were a rap song’s version of Epic Greek Stories.
Really.
Going to The Globe Theatre back in The Bard’s time was the equivalent of going to a rap concert these days.
Shakespeare’s band was the most popular show.
There was drinking, brawls, and shouting during each performance from the audience.
There even was a whole section of the theatre called The Vomitorium.
If you ever wondered where the phrase, “I’m going to vomit” comes from, now you know.
It’s a destination, like "I’m going to the bathroom."
You say that to your friend, and they understand you’re going to pee and not just randomly walk to the bathroom.
Likewise, back in the Olde English Theatre you told your drunk concert buddy, “I’m going to Vomit.”
A place and a purpose.
Well… sometimes the morning journal takes unexpected twists.
Seriously though, Shakespeare wrote rap; it’s why it’s all in poetic verse.
People don't speak like that.
We rap like that.
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Still an hour till sunrise here.
Abe’s in a deep sleep on the loveseat.
Take care, share your words in iambic style or a rap song way,
Use tolerance if you drink, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Tango Dreams
2025.03.12
Wednesday, March 12, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hey. O/
Good to be read by you again.
Hope your day goes well and the pictures in your dreams match the pictures in your life.
That said, on with the show...
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Clean up in aisle Your Life!
Someone spilled a whole bucket full of Junk-You-Don’t-Need-Anymore.
Good thing you have that staff of good friends to help you clean it up.
Should the words of a ghost be of any help...
Here I am, too. O/
Sometimes parades get rained on.
Sometimes rainbows appear.
Sometimes a singular cloud singles you out
For a singular summer shower
To soften the sweltering shine of The Sun.
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Back to the words, the weather, and dreams of you.
At times it can feel like there’s just so much to do you’ll never make it through.
But that’s not true.
You feel that way because what you’re working on means so much you just want it as good as you know it could be.
Find someone who knows it could be that good too and get to work building that dream.
Many hands make light work,
It’s said.
Said true,
I said.
But some dreams are tango dreams for two.
Two who share the same eyes-closed dance,
Who float on ethereal airs with a ghost to share the floor.
Care to dance?
May you find the ghost in your dreams, take care, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Meow, Weird
2025.03.11
Tuesday, March 11, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
What’s up?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Cat got your tongue?
¯\_〈〝≖ᴥ≖〉_/¯
How inconsiderate of him.
〈=^ェ^=〉
Slowly pry it free and let him outside.
ヾ(´≈｀)ﾉ
The patch of grass under the elm tree makes for a much better litter box anyhow.
(^◡^)
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Hello again. O/
Pardon the above lines. Anytime you bring a cat into anything… things get weird.
Every adventure of Alice’s, for instance.
Before the white rabbit ran by, her cat daydreamed by her side.
Before she walked through the looking glass, she played chess with her kitten.
Comfortable or curious a cat always brings a space for The Weird.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with a little weird now and then.
After all:
All great people are always weird people, but all weird people aren’t always great people.
Ghost Public Service Announcement (GPSA): Love a cat if you feel so inclined, just be aware every cat is an unlocked door to The Weird.
That out of the way, how’s the day?
Comfortable with a slight tinge of weird in the air here.
Think that often pregnant cat loitered outback last night.
Often extra baby weirds brewing in her belly.
Hope all goes steadfast-reliably well for you today.
Abe does, too.
Loyal, dependable, never weird that’s a dog.
Abe sniffs the backyard more than usual this morning.
That fact and the rhythm of the morning journal are solid evidence a feline is afoot.
Fair or foul a feline is always loyally-dependably weird.
Like this entry.
Take care, be as weird as you want to be (safety first, of course), and meow-meow purr a better day.
+he Ghos+
One Storied Way
2025.03.10
Monday, March 10, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back to that place where reality meets a dream.
Also known as: +he Ghos+’s House. O/
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There’s no better place for a dream to exist than a word.
Every word is a shared memory of all the dreams stored in that word.
Our identities are defined by how we match a word to other words to make sentences.
Every story in every word meets every story in another word.
How we link all the shared human memories in each sentence we make is how we tell the story of our lives, how we define ourselves.
Not names, dates, and times; moral lessons that remind us what it means to be alive and human.
There is a right way to live every tale in every novel, movie, and manga comic proves to be true.
We all know when the hero wins.
This fact tells us more about the nature of The Universe than Science ever can.
There is one storied way to life; uni-verse, that makes and rules The Universe.
To recognize that no matter race, nationality, or creed, we all know when good triumphs over evil and when love conquers doubt. Acknowledgement of this shared universal experience is the start towards an understanding that some force greater than ourselves is at work.
The shared recognition of the value of stories is the best and only way to begin to accept the reality of The Divine.
The true practical start of The Religious Experience.
I hope today goes well for you and you recognize a way to be the hero in the story of your life.
Take care, remember every tale you watch and read is a prescription and guidebook to help you lead a better life, and make a wonderful day. O/
+he Ghos+
2 O'clock
2025.03.09
Sunday March 9, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
To start a day.
Dreamflash! This just in… a new morning post from +he Ghos+.
Right on time. O/
Are you right on time?
We sprung an hour ahead for Spring’s sake.
Better for us to adjust to The Sun than attempt to have The Sun adjust for us.
If anyone in our galaxy knows what’s really going on… sorry Science and Daily Planners, when it comes to worthwhile living The Sun knows what’s really up.
But, as your clock forgot how to count as you slept and skipped two and went straight for three… we’ll adjust for its oversight.
On with the show...
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There’s a lot to write, so it’s a good thing I enjoy it.
“Always a good idea to keep your spirit up.”
—> Punning Ghos+
Not just this entry, there’s a lot to write period.
Time is why I bring it up.
How best to fill it to fit our dream of ourselves?
“I have lots of thoughts on the nature of time and how to best use it to bring our dreams to life.”
—> Punning Ghos+ called Wynn
Yesterday at this time The Sun was up; now He’s just thinking about it.
“I like to make sentences and share them. That’s why I write.”
—> Punning Getting-It-Done-Ing Ghos+
Take care, find work you enjoy and like to share, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Respectable Hour
2025.03.08
Saturday March 8, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Another day, same Ghos+ to say: O/
Hope all is well.
On with our show...
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Sunrise starts to show, starts the show, at a respectable hour finally; just in time to turn the clocks ahead.
The intelligent solution to Daylight Saving Time is to set the clocks back a half an hour in the Fall and call the whole thing even.
We come to our senses about it, eventually.
It just takes a little time.
Puns and funs and how you dos and thoughts of you good reader.
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Hopefully your dreams go well and you’re taking them seriously.
It does wonders for your health when you do.
This morning is full of practical get-it-done thoughts, a good day for editing.
Editing is cleaning up the house before the company arrives.
Been writing so long I don’t require it too much. It’s more a rearrangement of parts for me.
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A powder blue sky shines down a pink baby shower of light.
Abe full-bellied, back on the loveseat…
Wakes!
Rushes the door to chase the clueless squirrel away.
Some dreams won’t die; they’re smarter than us. Their compassion to see us best serve ourselves keeps them going.
Serve your best dream a bit of reality today, take care and make a wonderful day.