2025.03
Morning journal entries from March 2025
With Your Dream
2025.03.07
Friday March 7, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Made it.
Happy tomorrow. O/
On with today.
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If you’ve read much of this journal you know they’re a predominate theme.
Writing from the point of view of a ghost helps keep in mind that what is in your mind as you read is the hidden spirit in these words.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Dead scrawls breathe new life through the dream you make of them.
I do my best to paint the clearest picture of my own dream as I write in hopes you receive it with the same emotions I feel, and images I see, as I set it down in symbols in need of your focus to make them live again.
Every act of writing does this. Your text message to your friend is a bunch of binary lights until your friend puts their dream of you into them.
O/ <– This is more than me waving to you.
As you read the circle and the slash it becomes your dream of me waving to you.
These are not deep thoughts; they’re forgotten ones.
And in dire need of remembrance.
Your own ghost is what AI lacks and can never reproduce.
Send an email created by a single click of a mouse on a button used to instruct AI to compose it and send it off, and all you send are words filled with the dream of you clicking a button for the sake of convenience.
If the email is for business, imagine how much better received it is when made with your dream of the intended reader in each word.
Think how much more powerful a handwritten note from a colleague is than a quick AI click of a button back response.
Your intent, your dream, that the recipient of that message is important enough to take the extra time to handwrite and deliver it to them goes into their dream of you as they read it.
Leaving your good friend a paper note under their windshield wiper for them to find that reads, “Good morning,” means so much more than a quick auto-response text message saying the same thing.
The Ghost of You is in every letter.
It’s crucial during these AI times we remember that our dream of every occurrence goes into everything we do.
Thank you again for reading, for breathing life back into my words.
Take care, share a dream or two, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Take a Pic of That Rainbow, Please
2025.03.06
Thursday March 6, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Thanks for coming. O/
Good to be read.
Especially by you, reader extraordinaire.
Hope your day is as good as you are.
On with our show...
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Another talk about the weather morning?
Sure.
Sunrise is always the best thing going on when it’s going on.
But there are dreams of the sunrise perhaps even greater.
Dreams and sunshine, puppy dogs, and where’s that rainbow?
Out someone's window somewhere in The World.
Let’s hope they get a picture to post.
Slow, slow, words again; my body wants Spring.
Short, short entry this morning.
Prose to be done.
Take care of yourself and make a wonderful day. (If it’s you, take a pic of the rainbow please.)
+he Ghos+
Koala Spring
2025.03.05
Wednesday March 5, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Boo. O/
Another installment of:
The House of +he Ghos+
Welcome.
Glad you’re here.
Everything in gear?
Good to hear.
Grab your gear.
Let’s go.
On with the show...
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Spring waves hello.
About 30 degrees Fahrenheit warmer than the same time last week.
January in New England is a rock song’s too long guitar solo.
“Can we get back to the lyrics, please?”
Mid-February to Mid-March brings the bridge, lows and highs make a new sound in the same song.
Come March’s end the song ends.
Spring takes the stage and presses play.
“March comes in like a lion, goes out like a lamb.”
- An old New England adage.
Lately more like:
"March comes in like an indecisive circus polar bear, goes out like a koala parked in a tree waiting for breakfast."
-Witty, charismatic (and humble) Poet
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Slow words so far, so lately so.
The long Winter chill just left.
Words on ice.
Talk on the weather Abe’s snoring type morning.
Early on-the-way-to work workers light up I-93 to junction 101 East.
A little early in the year for beach traffic; the headlights head east to work.
A Transition Day for sure.
Something(s) changed.
Hope all is well.
Take care, ignore the dog snore, wave hello to the tree climbing koala, ready for Spring and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Growing Dreams
2025.03.04
Tuesday March 4, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Dreams so real wonder what reality is for…
To touch dreams; to share them.
O/ Good Ghos+ly morning to you.
Here’s your top of the day ray of sunshine.
Good sleep, great sleep; you were there in the dream.
“You’re growing dreams,”
You said.
I woke up.
That’s an artist at work: Growing dreams.
Do you have vivid return characters in your dreams?
Maybe someone from your past you barely knew?
Someone you know really well?
Someone you haven’t met?
Yet.
You’re a yet in my dreams.
Hope you’re well.
My dreams are growing, you said it yourself, so I’ll see you soon.
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Sun’s just come up over Sleepytown, USA.
Abe’s working on his Dragon squeaky toy.
Five squeakers in one!
Dragon-sized fun.
There’s a lot to tell you regarding Dragons.
This year I’ll let you in to share with you the reality of them.
Even if flights of fantasy aren’t your thing, Dragons are.
A thing is only fantasy if it lacks practicality, and there is nothing more practical than a Dragon.
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“What else do you do with your day, Ghos+?”
-Inquisitive Reader
It’s like you said while I slept: I grow dreams.
With Spring around the corner, they’re just about ready to share.
Take care, check your dreams and sky for Dragons, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
This Morning for Instance
2025.03.03
Monday March 3, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Glad you made it. O/
On with the show.
The Sun is up at a more reasonable time, a sure sign of Spring.
Slow, slow words this morning, up before dawn daydreams.
A safe place for dreams and doing dreams, what a best life environment looks like.
A lot of the reason I wake so early is to assure I have that best space to set some words down.
Sometimes dreams are so loud; they just want comforting.
A host to sit with until they settle enough for words and actions.
This morning for instance.
It’s best not to force writing fiction and poetry. The forcing gets into the language and muddies up the message.
News Journalism, deadline words, are really just talking taking notes.
Creative writing isn’t a record of actions, it’s a display of dreams.
Dreams don’t make deadlines.
If you have a dream, a stubborn one, please don’t force it into your work, to do so is a disservice to you and the dream.
There’s always something worth writing about.
If you can dictate it, it’s not writing it’s telling; the record of a campfire story.
The rhythms of speech are limited compared to the written word in regards to the conveyance of a story.
Theatrics are an extra tool for a performance. Theatrics in a sentence are rarely done well in writing.
Showboat stories never sail well, there are better ships to sail to tell a tale.
Some thoughts on craft while The Sun came up.
Hope all is well for you today.
Take care and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
More posts on writing here:
Biopunk
2025.03.02
Sunday March 2, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hello. O/
Welcome back.
Another day.
Get your shine on and game on.
Hope you’re well.
On with the show...
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What to write about but The World?
Then scale it down.
Airplane thunder sound take offs from the airport nearby.
The barely-a-need-for-a-telescope night sky gives way to a white hinting at blue upside down bowl.
Color changing shape-shifting Mama Earth, thanks for the place to stay.
We think clouds are random shapes of hydration.
We can be such fools sometimes.
As if Nature, Power-house Tsunami Mami Earth didn’t plan ahead.
A girl’s gotta take care of herself you know.
We oughta help her out more.
If humanity is watched by Heaven above like a television show, we’re a daily episode of Hoarders.
“Why are they keeping all that…?”
The World turns, The Sun burns, stick a seed in the dirt, step on it, wait and you’ve got breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Care for the ground makes the food look, taste, and be healthier for you.
Make shelter, make beautiful things, take care of our house, and she takes care of us.
Simple.
We shouldn’t go back to living outside like campers, shouldn’t forego our modern conveniences, only make them fit better with what’s here.
Cyberpunk? Steampunk? No.
Biopunk.
We don’t make synthetics; we enhance and encourage and direct the ways already here.
The Earth has house rules. We know them. We need to use our tech to make it easier for forests to grow.
Want more paper? Make trees grow faster, fuller, more abundant.
Everything is organic.
Synthetic isn’t unnatural; it cycles out of sync with what best sustains the way of life that best supports the well-being of the house.
If you cook and eat healthy and never wash the dishes, the sink piles up. Clean ‘em up or find another sink.
We’ve been in ‘find-another-sink’ mode for so long.
We’re doing what we can to clean the kitchens of our ancestors to keep our house livable… to change the station from Hoarders to a show called, ‘A Good Life.’
Take care, clean up a little, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
A New Light
2025.03.01
Saturday March 1, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Happy new tag day! O/
How’s your world?
Stars aligned with the planets?
Astrology in order?
Love inside every boarder inside every border?
Keep it going, keep stuff growing, Spring’s just over the bend.
Hope your day goes well.
On with the show.
Strong, clear, persistent, insistent dreams last night. Question mark morning pictures and people in them.
“I wonder what that dream is telling me?”
-Deep introspective reader.
One of those clear person, places, and things dreams. An eyes closed place for strong noun images of mixed up memories.
Days that were, that might be.
Where are you now? In your life, this Life, where are you now?
The sky looking down knows.
Send a shout out up and find out what’s up.
Despite spaceships in space, robots scrubbing the ocean floor, prayers still work.
What’s up with that?
A certain sad Saturday today; been awhile.
It’s not depression; it’s a dream refusing to die.
Exasperated, exhausted, clawing, climbing, gathering all the light it can to make itself real.
A change of space and pace to where new light grows is where to go to see it come true.
Where are you now? Why so dark?
Send a message to the sky to light up the day so you can catch that one ray to set everything right.
Take care, send a prayer, light up your life to see your dream right, and make a better day.