2025.06
Morning journal entries from June 2025
Another Kind of Music
2025.06.30
Monday, June 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Glad you're back.
Hope your day is going well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Another morning with Dapper Abe and +he Ghos+.
Talk to the wall and take notes... sometimes the work feels that way.
But it's not a wall; it's this dream you're shaping.
When you can get it to look a certain way, sound a certain way, make a certain rhythm in a reader's mind, you can call it a job well done.
It's music; a writer's voice sings each sentence with the intonation of spirit.
You hear me while you read.
Only a strange idea until it's beautiful.
There's a another kind of music notes never know.
It sounds in your head as you read, as you remember that song you haven't thought of in years, or read your favorite writer.
I wonder how this sounds to you: O/
A circle. A slash. A wave.
Hopefully it's an, "Oh good, there's Wynn waving to us. It's not a party till he shows up... a Let's get this party started type wave.
Or just a signal that someone living and breathing like you puts down their words for you to remind you that you're not alone in life or in dreams.
We share the space.
We bring up dreams and science rolls its incompetent eyes.
I measure my dreams and call the measure my words.
You're reading some now.
Spirit is the texture of the music in your mind as you dream, as you read.
And spirit, that driving force of creation, moves us forward, dances so we may dance our dreams.
There's nothing esoteric here, just new words for ancient knowings.
You gotta dream it before you can do it.
Every brilliant mathematical theorem shown to every class begins with the professor's dream to pick up the chalk and write it on the blackboard.
A dream is always a necessity.
Take care of yours, make them beautiful before you start to make them, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Cooking
Words rule the world.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Bright and cheery skies so dreary?
Any which way, you got this.
Be your best you.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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We do the best we can with what we have to work with each day.
That's a good way to live.
Part of doing our best means caring for what helps us be our best, best.
In this way, the tools and people in our lives that help us the most grow the most each day.
So, in this way, our level of what's best, grows each day, too.
We take care of what takes care of us.
We lift up what lifts us up.
We rise together to rise together.
Do the best you can with what you've got to work with each day.
Thank and help the help and make a better best possible.
Do what you love.
Build your world around it.
Anything else is a misuse of your time.
Words of encouragement from your friendly Ghos+.
Taking care of you because you're taking care of me by reading me.
See, you are a good person after all.
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Who writes those things?
Who spends their lives in lines?
The Poet.
"Poetry... it's a cute hobby."
- Unenlightened Victim of Society
Words rule the world.
How we use words determines the quality of the possibilities in our lives.
Poets are the gardeners of language; we keep it growing.
So everyone can keep growing.
A thing of beauty only started being able to be a shareable joy forever after John pointed it out.
To be or not to be was never a question, until Shakespeare asked it.
The experience was there.
The ability to share it, and so to have it grow, was not.
If it's not on the dinner table you can't eat it.
Unless someone goes to the kitchen and cooks it up.
A poet cooks it up.
Those experiences, those feelings, we want to share but have no voice for.
I'm cooking a voice for them in the kitchen.
Too many cooks spoil too many broths; poets work best alone.
All the great ancient civilizations had two things in common.
One: They held their poets in high esteem and rose up.
Two: They neglected their poets when life got simple predictable and their civilizations crumbled.
Hey America, you got it pretty good. O/
Quit your bitchin'.
Hug your neighbor and shut off the damn News shows.
They're only poisoning you to pay their bills.
Starve them.
Hey America, you want to save our Country?
Boycott the News.
If the whole populace banned private media for a week, we could start calling ourselves a democracy and be telling ourselves the truth.
Talk to each other about your day, about your world, about life and what works and doesn't work in a day for you.
And call it News.
Shut off corporate media and share yourself.
Want to know what's up in Europe?
Have a friend send you a message of their day from there.
What's up in Asia? Or North or South America? Australia? Africa?
Send pics! Friends! Send! Pics!
Corporate media is someone else telling you what you should think is important so they can pay their bills from a lounge chair on their yacht.
Better to ask your friend overseas how our countries are getting along than the suit parades on the yachts.
Words! And where they're from matter!
You define your life with them and so, words define your life.
Take care, shut off the News, find out what's News from a friend and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Another Dimension
2025.06.28
Saturday, June 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Sun's up. Time's up.
Time to rise and shine, Sunshine Valentine.
Here we go.
On with our show...
A 'what to write' moment lasted a little longer than usual.
Of course they happen.
Something those of us who've been writing reliably for sometime know that noobies don't, not knowing before you start where the sentence is going to end up isn't a problem, it's the method.
You have a dream and feeling, you love to write, you use that dream and feeling to move your body to write the words.
It's not magic; it's method.
We should think before we speak.
That's good manners and advice to help create comfortable living spaces.
We should think after we write.
That's called editing.
A text message lasts; a breath is breathable.
Not just what we write, but how we write it, is in every sentence.
It's another dimension.
It's the realm of +he Ghos+.
O/
You feel me as you read.
How's that happen?
Comfort of craft.
Sincerity.
Trust that the moment I set down each word reflects best the moment I make each word.
Spirit is the right word for that other dimension, as uncomfortable as it makes Science, Spirit is the right word.
I say Ghos+.
I take an avatar.
I make my point with persistence and love of making sentences and sharing each morning in lines.
In our age of online footprints, fast fact picture show parades to showcase what you are, I use words only.
A difference between me and your friends is: When they ghost you they're calling for a time out, and when I Ghos+ you, I'm saying: O/
You read me.
You know me.
How'd you do that?
Where's my Facebook account? Instagram? X?
Social media doesn't make us what we are, the conveyance of our spirit, the dream we call our self does.
I call it +he Ghos+ to make a point.
You're more than your online accounts, more than your flesh.
You're a wonderful beautiful dream you have of yourself.
So make sure you dream it beautiful to keep it true.
Make sure you share it wonderful to see it true, too.
There is something amazing about you that's amazing about me, too.
More than what you can do, more than how you can impress, there's the fact you can do anything at all.
More than Life you have a life, it's a gift if you dream it to be one.
Why in the world would anyone ever choose to see it differently?
The world is only a hard place when we put Spirit in the corner with other things we call immeasurable.
O/
Did you feel something? I waved.
Call it a measurable wave.
Call what's measured Spirit.
Call it a good morning hug or handshake from your true Boo, +he Ghos+.
Take care, remember to care and share your dream of yourself, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Living Right
2025.06.27
Friday, June 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Time for a scroll stroll through my words.
Warm up. Stretch. Relax.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Stellar Spectral Symphonies, words from +he Ghos+.
It's not motivational speech.
Though, I hope you find it motivating.
It's not Self-help literature.
Though, I hope it helps your Self.
It's a journal.
I share it publicly in case anyone is interested in what and how a poet thinks about life during these AI times, during any times at all.
The world never changes much, people and our toys do.
What makes a story never changes.
What makes up a story does.
Spaceships and superheroes and Science-fiction sprawls our screens to paint the same old-storied dreams in a new light.
Even our romance reads went supernatural.
Even a dream-lover can be a werewolf-wizard king.
Because there's nothing more epic than the dream of love.
A culture's understanding of the definition of love writes its history.
Kings and Queens, Helen of Troy, your home life looks better than mine ways are the cause and continuation of every war.
Every story is a love story.
The denial of love makes a villain.
The physical actions to serve love make a hero.
This is not Valentine's Day Card thinking.
This is 'what life is truly about' thinking.
We don't have to be intimately involved with another to protect their right to intimacy.
Love isn't a foolish dream, it's the feeling we're living right.
We're winning at our life when we say we love and are loved.
Love your work. You win.
Love your partner. You win.
Love your friends. You win.
Love your dog. You win.
Loving yourself means making sure what's in your life, what you're loving, is loving you back in a way that feels like love to you.
Love is the body and soul harmonizing: "Yes. Yes. Yes."
Sometimes with an exclamation point, sometimes with a period, never with a question mark.
Serve your dream, thoughts, and feelings of love, and you serve yourself the opportunity for a successful life that you feel is successful.
Love isn't a mystery; it's right living.
How we treat what and who we have in our lives determines our opportunity to experience love.
More stuff, more money, more renown...
More of anything never brings success, unless it's more of what you love that returns your love.
A dog is an easy example.
I give Abe my love; love comes right back.
My work, too.
I give my words my love; love of reading them comes right back.
Simple.
Take care, recognize one thing you love that loves you back, call that feeling living right and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Cool
2025.06.26
Thursday, June 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A theme, a dream, a how'd you do. O/
Good to have you read me again.
Heatwave waved goodbye last night.
Hope you're staying your cool self.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Sigh... cool breeze.
Just past sunrise.
Abe decided to stay outside this morning.
He's now laying on the cool dirt enjoying the feel.
What does your dog or cat think of the weather?
They know when dinners coming, they know to sit when you ask them to, (cats know how to 'sit' they consider it more of an option than dogs), surely they must have thoughts, feelings, opinions on the weather.
We discuss the weather to be polite.
"You can always talk about the weather."
- Reassuring Friend Helping You Be Comfortable Meeting New People
When we discuss how animals view the weather we're being interesting and cool.
(Cool being this post-heatwave post's theme.)
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Birds are the best meteorologists; they've got the best view.
Do you ever wonder what their songs are about?
The weather. The call to their mate. Their call to mate. A safety report. A message to their flock where a good place to eat is.
Why and how we talk is why and how birds do.
Songbirds do best with many different colored friends.
We should take a hint from birds on the best way to keep singing together.
A fashion show of feathers and flesh, a reason to sing.
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Highway traffic wooshes take over for the sparrows and robins and blue jays.
Southbounders towards Boston. Eastbounders to the sea,
To a cool job in the city or a cool day at the beach.
The world is a pretty cool place when you look at it right.
Look at it right, keep cool, be cool and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Art Right Now
2025.06.25
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Yo, yo, yo.
How's your flow?
Good to be read by you again. O/
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A slight breeze!
Heatwave breaks today.
Abe's glad for it, too.
He's been extra selective regarding his choice of which bunny or squirrel to chase from the yard.
Returned to some older posts late last night.
Been about a year since I committed to this daily.
It's become more conversational.
Esoteric entries and dragons at the start.
Dragons?
Dragons are for other stories of mine.
They hold a large and very important place in my dreamscape.
There's Gnome, Faeries, and other things personified seen in the pictures there, a kind of Wonderland full of tales.
Guess you'd call this entry hype, so far.
Though there's always the right title somewhere in lines.
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I hope this journal brings you some peace, some reflection.
It's easy to forget there's more about you than the reaction to all the flash presented to you on screens.
I love this Internet AI age; the whole world now runs on the shared written word.
Even all the software necessary to run every picture and video and text you view is based on written programming language.
So for a poet, or writer of any kind, now is a great time to be alive.
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I saw recently defunding of Art groups and institutions in our Country is occurring.
This is a tragic economic mistake.
With the speed of growth in technology, with the advent of AI, what we now call work is soon not to exist.
If it's jobs we're concerned about, defunding The Arts is going to leave us with an untrained workforce.
If the idea is Greatness, we're being set up for a downfall.
There's no blame in this other than limited scope of POV.
I can see it from where I sit.
Someone entrenched in the 'Right Now of Things' would not.
Factories and farm equipment are soon to run by the push of buttons by a few.
Millions are to be out of work if we don't act now.
There's a short boom.
Building the machines that are to make what so many of us do now unnecessary provides a lot of great temporary growth.
But in the aftermath millions are replaced with the push of a few buttons.
If we don't act now that whole population is set to be untrained.
Once we have the robotic tech the question to further our greatness comes with the work of deciding, imagining, dreaming, what to do with it.
A Nation full of trained Artists and Artisans takes the lead in the place of what is called the most successful Nation.
Limiting access to The Arts not only diminishes cultural enrichment, it effects the fabric of the economic health of our Nation.
Seen through this lens the actions to bolster The Arts in education and accessibility is crucial to the long term survival of our Country.
Take care, teach your children to dream well to secure their future job security, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Heat, Hot, Heat
2025.06.24
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hot, heat, hot, hello.
A heatwave and a wave O/ for you this morning.
Hope the weather's treating you well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Somedays the weather is just about the only thing to talk about.
When there's a hurricane outside there's not too much on The News.
But there's much to talk about.
A lot to read, too.
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The sky's electric blanket blue.
Abe's on his cool bed on the cool floor.
A fat rabbit sits in the yard, turns its head, stares at Abe's usual lookout window, sees no one is home, exhales and chews some green leaf from something Spring just sprung.
Abe's got a new bowtie. Classic red flannel.
The flannel you think of when you think of flannel, flannel.
Handsome and dapper as ever.
How's your style?
Showing the world your best you?
We dress the day, express our way.
Today, for me, I'm sporting the 'It's freakin' hot out and so am I' look.
Handsome and dapper (and humble) as ever.
Of course.
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An interesting morning, a loud languid Transition Day Bell chimed hot, heat, hot.
I have stories to share with you.
I've been holding off.
Not much longer, though.
Perhaps the extreme weather signals it's time for a switch.
All things in good time.
It's a good time for a good time.
Take care, stay cool, stay true to what's good about you and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
How You Make a Capital Q
2025.06.23
Monday, June 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Sunshine state of mind feelin' fine?
Getting it done fun in the sun?
Just chillin' out no time to pout?
Be your best you, that's the thing to do.
Welcome back.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Keyboard?
I thought about switching to a keyboard this morning for a change of pace.
The morning words are slow the past week or so.
But slow isn't a bad thing. Slow ought to be encouraged. It's so lacking these days.
The right word here is actually: Fast.
Morning dreams are fast lately, the pen stutters to keep up.
It's quality control, your instrument of choice.
Your writing device is your selectively permeable membrane for bringing your dreams to written words.
It's the feeling the device brings to you that's most important.
Comfort comes first when it comes to choice of a writing device.
Simple simplicity is best.
After you've been at it for sometime, working really working, developed a strong practice; you find it's a matter of choosing the best instrument for the song that wants sung.
A flute concerto played on a tuba is an interesting academic exercise.
Though, even if the tuba player was a virtuoso, the whole dynamic and feel of the song would be completely changed.
It's rare when writing that the tool used to etch the marks changes the quality of the conveyance.
It's rhythm. It's intonation. It's comfort.
The loop of a cursive line holds more of what's personal in its expression than any press of any key. So the personal comes in the journey from dream to page.
How you make a capital Q is a different experience via cursive than via type tap and thumb-slap.
There's a lot to say on this subject. Perhaps I'll put it in an essay.
I know other authors fuss over their writing equipment at least as much as I have my whole life.
Topic to address: The difference on drafts made from handwriting, touch typing and thumb-slapping.
It is measurable the way a poem measures things.
I know that if Shakespeare were to write a sonnet of love on his laptop it would sound different than if he poured it from his fountain pen.
I know that Shakespeare knows it, too.
Take care, write type thumb-slap that essay, choose your most comfortable tools, and make wonderful this wonderful day.