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Morning journal entries from April 2025
Happy Ma Day!
2025.04.22
Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hello. O/
Stars and stripes, whose got the pipes?
Pan dancing through a forest in the U.S.A on his way to play a melody or two for the red, the white, the blue.
Hope the satyrs in your life aren't bringing you strife, hope their woodwinds show Spring's great green grow show.
Hope your day is a good one.
On with our show...
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Blue misty sphere sends occasional gentle rain.
A day with precipitation still worth a 'nice day today' salutation.
Happy Ma Day, USA!
Mother Nature A.K.A.: Ma.
It's Earth Day, an excellent holiday.
Not for tree-huggers alone either.
For any enlightened soul that cares about the house they live in.
Like any home, if you don't clean-up the mess you make those around you, or those after you, have to if they want to lead a good life.
The dirtier the house the harder it is to have a good day.
If you find yourself in a loop of bad days for no reason you can put your finger on, get your hands dirty and clean-up your space.
Rearrange, decorate, grow.
Your space is meant to serve you.
Make it comfortable, a joy to look at, a storehouse of what brings you health and encourages growth.
Ma is the space we share.
We have to care for her the way we do our own homes or she can never bring us peace.
Discomfort and greedy need are the cause of every war.
Nature reflects our treatment of her.
And so, our current state of environmental affairs and our outlandish forecasts.
We have to take care of our house so our house can take care of us.
Be comfortable. Make certain your basic needs are met to serve your desire to grow your dreams of better days.
There are no better days without better circumstances or people around to share them.
When we make our lives better our surroundings improve.
This can be done in reverse.
Improve your surroundings, take care of Ma, and make a home for our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
We Are Also Directors
2025.04.21
Monday, April 21, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
How's the day?
Have it your way?
No?
What you see is what you get, so change how you see what you're seeing into something good for you.
Redefine and rewrite the stories of the nouns in your life to better serve your idea of a good day.
You write the story of your own life.
Don't like part of your days? Edit it. Recast the scene. Reset the stage.
The whole world maybe a stage Shakespeare, but we are not merely players; we are also the directors of our days.
Don't like some of the people in your life?
Recast them!
Don't like where you live or work?
Redesign the stage.
About an hour till sunrise.
Spring cool is back.
A Dog's got to be fed moment looms.
Abe reminded me a couple of times already.
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There's more to write; there always is.
Writer's block doesn't exist.
What we mean when we say, "I have writer's block," doesn't mean we can't, all of a sudden, not write.
It means we can't, at that moment, write that.
That being your intended piece.
You can always write something.
For instance: "Thought I'd write a few sentences. The 'project' I desire to write is stubborn. Thought I'd make a few sentences to remind myself I can. If I were to write something for the project, I'd go with this or that, perhaps a good place to start is..."
-Writer Now at Work
Adiós, Block. O/
Hungry dog.
Take care, set your stage, act your shoe size not your age, laugh like a kid at least once, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Pick a Color
2025.04.20
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Theme, Theme, whose got a dream?
You do, Boo.
It's in your shoe.
Watch your step.
Hello. O/
Word play to start your day?
Okay.
Away we go...
On with our show...
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":o :) XD ;) >.> \O/ :p O.O o.O -.o -.- ^.^ O/."
- 👻📖👓
Well said.
Cool breezy night gives way to cool breezy day. The fat metaphorical, or not, robins are back.
Wonder if they reuse their nest from last year?
Recycle? Repurpose? Relocate? Share it with the Blue Jays? A time share property? An Air BnB for the fliers?
Blue Jays, robins red, doves in white, crows done up in black; all birds, all sharing space, different colors and cultures for the sky.
Do you think we'd do as well or better if our colors came from rainbow reflections and not mirrors made of sand?
We're mud, we're clay, we're beach sand daydreamers with visionary seeds planted in, needing nourishment only The Earth can give.
But what if you were the color of wings, which would you choose?
A raven's night in the day? A goldfinch glow? A Barbie doll pink flamingo? A multicolored subdued seagull? A multicultural sensational peacock?
Maybe we should, before dressing every morning, paint every inch of our skin to match our plans for the day.
Any color at all.
Every color!
What swatch of paint are you today?
Paint yourself Ivory; call yourself White.
Color yourself Ebony; call yourself Black.
If those are ways you plan to spend your days then stay away from my days.
My painter's palette closet is a Crayola box of possibilities.
Why be brown when you can be metallic bronze?
Why be tan when you can be rose petal wonderful?
Take care today, pick a color any color, show you, showcase you and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Noun Does Something
2025.04.19
Saturday, April 19, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Up, Up, and Away?
Sky high in daydreams, or feet rooted on the Earth, make sure you know your worth.
Live on purpose with purpose.
You got Life; you deserve it.
Enjoy your chance to shine.
Shine.
Inspiration in Ghos+ Nation!
On with the show...
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Songbirds started.
Windows open warm kind of morning, first of the year.
Old dreams grow new dreams, stronger now wise.
Been-there-done-that living shows signs something worth doing, some new step towards a long forgotten dream, showed up.
Hope's staircase is in front of your seasoned self.
Get climbing dreamer. Spring sprung climb to the next rung.
Slow words morning so far.
Stubborn rhythm... daydreams of practical things where sentiments to share usually live.
Loud tweets and chirps, the birds are psyched for Spring.
Robins, Blue jays, Juncos, a Woodpecker here and there.
Too early for the Hawks and Falcons.
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How to build a sentence... let's get back to basics.
There's the subject, we have to mention something.
There's the verb, the subject's got to be doing something.
So there's a thing doing something enclosed in a container starting with a Capital Letter and ending with a punctuation mark.
Sometimes there's something remarkable about the subject (noun), something worth mentioning.
Mention it. Call it an adjective.
Sometimes what the noun is doing (verb) is done in an exceptional way.
Make note of it. Call it an adverb.
Punctuation, let's not forget punctuation.
When the noun and verb make a point, or point to an event, we make a point.
We call it a period.
When we're curious about a noun's action, we use a question mark.
When we shout, we exclaim the sentence with an exclamation point.
Those are the basics.
A noun does something. The point of a sentence.
.
^Period.
What's up with the noun doing that?
?
^Question mark.
Wow! Is for Wow!
!
^Exclamation point.
Every word is a sentence if you shout it.
Everyone!
Even the poetry of the sky is a dull white-grey today.
Nice warm Saturday for nouns to do outside things, open windows, clean Winter out of the house.
Take care, grammar beware, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Song Playing in Your Car
2025.04.18
Friday, April 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Hi. O/
Back again?
Good for you; good for me.
Glad to see we're on the same page. 😏
It's your life, take centerstage. 💃🕺
Away we go,
On with our show...
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Welcome to The World of Dreams.
Hop on a dragon. Let's go for a ride.
Sunrise magic only happens once a day.
Get airborne. Get a front row seat.
Up in the air.
Away we go,
Up and up it's on with Our Dream Show...
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"I believe we write about what we have to write about that day."
-Writer I Knew from a Longtime Ago.
I agree; I still agree.
It's rhythm.
Everyday and moment in each day, has a time signature, a melody and harmony to hear, take notice of and transcribe.
Even when the material is intentional: an essay, report, short story, news article, or poem, for example; they all have their own cadence.
That vibe is the sound of the day, the song playing in your car.
The words in a hip-hop hoop-dee go different in a Beethoven sedan.
Subwoofers set to earthquake tell a different story than the sky high treble of a symphony.
How's your music; how's you day?
Find your flow and dance it.
Two-step, tango, clubroom shake; ballroom, breakdance, for goodness sake.
For goodness: Let your goodness shake.
Soft comfortable sunrise.
The sky's queueing up conversations that start, "Hey, nice day today."
Take care, find your rhythm, feel your rhyme, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
That's You
2025.04.17
Thursday, April 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the weather? O/
Springtime remove the sweater greener gardens and grounds all around.
Rhymes want out this morning before dawn.
Which is fine with me.
Game on.
Away we go,
On with our show...
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Who are you? My reader of readers extraordinaire? Who are you in this dream?
We ought to know who we're writing, speaking, singing, strumming our violins to while we do or we're just expressing to ourselves ourself.
We're just talking to ourself.
Never a good thing without awareness of the act, without the intent to define our story of our place in the world to improve our life.
Old woman, old man, young woman, young man; who are you?
You're a dreamer; you're humanity at large.
That's a big Good morning to give.
Consider this a big Good morning: O/
You're the Earth; you're the spirit of the World.
Good morning. O/ We haven't been so kind to you, neglected our house.
We're doing our best to do better.
Thanks for a place to build our dreams.
You're one solitary soul; you're feeling alone.
You're not.
Good morning, you read these words.
You're not alone. I hear you, feel you, friend you in dreams.
I hold you in words, I write the melody of us we make when I dream of you reading me.
Who are you and where?
Right now you're the sharer of my dream of you.
I think you're pretty cool, fine and something divine lives in you.
Hopefully you recognize it's the voice right now in your mind as you read:
That's you.
Say hello from me.
From my ghost to yours say Good morning.
Want to find out who you are?
Read a few words, say hello, know that's you, know that's your gift divine, know it's what we mean when we awkwardly say soul.
Read something, dream something, know your soul, take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Springing from Post to Post
2025.04.16
Wednesday, April 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Sweet bird tweet bird sunrise song, how's your day? O/
Hope it's as good as you and better than that. You deserve better than that.
Buckle up. Turn it to your favorite station or press play on your Bluetooth morning playlist and let's get this day on the road.
On with the show.
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Resolve. Do you have it?
How's that thing you've been working on?
Finished? Can you see the end?
Call it done or see it done. Time to move on kind of day.
That's the Morning Report from today's sunrise birdsong.
Punto-period that run-on sentence and onto the next.
Wide stretching words of encouragement, this journal's become more universal than personal.
A kind of universal-personal.
A sharing of ideas in contrast to some specific observations of the morning.
Hope it brings you some introspective appreciation for your life.
Been about a year since the idea found me and I began.
By June of last year the practice was well established.
What Wonder Fell is now would become how I go about the business of my Morning Journal.
Checkout past entries if you like.
I'd start with my birthday's post(s).
Maybe you will, too.
The backyard falcon's babies are fledglings jumping, flapping wings to flutter, hopping branch to branch.
Their proud mother watches over.
Abe spotted her, barked, realized what was happening, sat down and watched in quiet.
Spring falcon fledglings springing from post to post to join the world.
Thank you as always for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Destination
2025.04.15
Tuesday, April 15, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
There.^
First official morning with the new tagline.
What's new with you? O/
Circle-slash hello to start your day.
Hope all's well and that something good happens to you today.
On with our show...
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Stretch your arms and reach to the sky, this ain't no time for a lullaby.
One of those: Don't-remember-how-good-you-can-feel-cause-it's-been-so-long-since-you-felt-it mornings.
What to do with it?
Write more, of course!
Making lines while Spring rain drops in thin soft drops, hard then gentle, gentle then hard.
Slow words, dog snores words, how's it with you?
What do you think about time?
Do you?
"The hour seems to be dragging on. Wow, the morning just flew by. Where does the time go?"
-Inquisitive Sometimes Cliché Dropping Reader
One grand palace in the sky? A dream house up high?
I think time is distance.
We repeat ourselves when we ask how far away and how long will it take to get there?
"How long is the meeting?"
- Good Question Asking Reader
The total amount each life of every body at the meeting has to move to attend it.
We are always travelling. Our bodies, molecularly speaking, are always on the go.
Our time is measured by the total amount they move in their lifetime.
Death is how long the trip takes us to travel the highways of our body.
We never sit still. Life is a constant flux, a spiral dance of DNA on its way somewhere, on its way to a destination called your Life.
Take care, pace yourself don't race yourself, enjoy your trip through your body's dream of you, and make wonderful your wonderful, day.