2025.07
Morning journal entries from July 2025
An Epic Poem for The Sunrise
2025.07.31
Thursday, July 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Another heatwave waved goodbye last night.
Hope you're keeping cool.
On with our show...
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Sunrise. Overcast.
The sounds of freeway traffic pick up, sound out a lull.
Each car, truck, and motorbike a fan blade to keep gusting the winds of change.
How's the view from you?
Hopefully things are looking up.
Good went to better... decided better was a better place to be... and stayed there to help the whole world know its truth.
What now? What next?
Answer those questions and get on with it.
There's Abe... he's taken it easy on the squeak toys lately.
Powerful heatwaves that interrupt a dog's playtime.
Wonder Fell is a little slow going for me the past couple days.
Prose wants the words.
That's the sense of it. That's the rhythm.
What's your audience, Writer? Where do you send the words?
To you, for you, my Flashy Inside People.
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You see America's never had an Epic.
There's fantasy sagas and comic book superhero culture to show us what Ancient Greece was like... but we've never had a true cultural Epic.
Because we've never had a true Epic Poet.
Never had a true Epic Poet. O/
The best answer to what field of Art I fall into is Epic Poetry.
Wonder Fell is in and of itself a kind of Epic poem for The Sunrise.
Each day is a verse.
There's a more traditionally structured story poem I'll go to now.
Been at it awhile.
There's Hope, and Faith, and the Courage to Overcome, and Love, and Magic, and Dreams, and Dragons.
There's Dragons involved.
Can't rightfully write an American Epic without including Dragons.
Take care, know your work, know your worth, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Thoughts with a Friend
2025.07.30
Wednesday, July 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Another sunrise Hello from +he Ghos+.
Insert circle-slash wave... O/
And away we go.
On with our show...
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It's almost like an introduction.
Or a getting to know you session.
Thoughts with a friend.
"It's just a guy's morning journal, but he's a poet, so it's different. He thinks about things differently. It's interesting."
- Dedicated Reader
Thank you for reading.
When you make a personal journal public the audience changes, so the entries are changed.
It's the difference between telling a story to an eight year old versus telling the same story to an eighty-eight year old.
Same story different experience.
If I were just blabbing to myself, I'd bounce around topics more, might use a few personal names, might stop midsentence and pick up on some prose I'm working on... Audience matters.
You matter.
Thank you.
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What you up to?
How's the day?
My rescued hound dog Abe is on the loveseat cleaning and chewing his nails. I'm wondering how to get a 'pedicure' pun into the journal entry.
July, even as far as July goes, has been hot. August looks to bring relief.
What else to write on? What to say?
There's words of encouragement. You got this.
There's the sky. The first cloud of the day was being shaped by a glassblower, a glowing nebulous orb.
The horizon line is sunshine off a metallic rim over evergreens.
Today wants rest and reflection and something new.
Hope your day goes well.
Hope your dreams sync up with your sunshine.
Take care today and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Reasons Unspoken
2025.07.29
Tuesday, July 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hi. O/
Welcome back.
Whatever good morning salutation that gets you glad to be here... have it.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Summer... even for Summer has been hot this year.
Even Abe appreciates the AC.
Slow words to rise morning again.
I do hope this journal offers you some peace.
I do hope it's a reminder you're more than checklists done.
Spectacles don't make the world go 'round.
A patient persistent feeling that life matters does.
Life matters for reasons unspoken.
And I know they're joyful ones.
I know for no measurable reason Abe sometimes wakes up from a nap, walks outside, spots a toy and runs!
And runs!
Circle, circle, tosses the toy in the air, catches it, or drops it... but picks it up again and runs!
Again!
Life is worth so much more than we remind ourselves it is.
Worth more than spectacle News Flashes.
I'm not alone knowing this. I just choose to share it.
That Life has an intrinsic value, that our moments mean more than we know, that wonder and a grateful humility to be alive.. to have Life!... ought to quietly accompany our moments.
At least be brought to our awareness now and then.
O/
When we take a moment to remember we're alive our whole life grows towards improvement.
There's this Great Dream, this Great Story, called Life, and you are an active part of it.
You are the director and actor of your own story in this Great Story called Life.
I know from years of witness and wonder The Great Story called Life is not a tragedy.
I know my dog at times for no reason at all grabs a toy and runs and dances and plays.
I know that his no reason at all is his insistence on joy.
That we can feel joy, that we can feel good, means we should.
Because we have the opportunity to feel good means good exists, means something immeasurable is here, some great purpose we all share but feel mathematically inadequate to discuss.
I'm discussing it.
It's what poetry and poets are for...
All that Science leaves behind.
Everything your cellphone AI existence can't bring you is my life's work.
Joy! Wonder! Life alive!
And Love! Don't forget Love.
We measure these things with words, with art, with moments of wonder.
Take care, spot your metaphorical squeaky toy, share your joy, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
You Want a Good Day?
2025.07.28
Monday, July 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Spectacle, spectacle who's got the chill?
Deep breath, deep thought, enjoy the moment, that's the way to feel.
How ya been? O/
The world's still a pretty good place.
Ready to see it yet?
Start with the sky.
Blue. Punto. Period. Blue sky today. Summer.
Robin on a chain-link fence says: Good day.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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You...
That good news you have... you've had it so long.
Did you forget?
Time to remember it.
And share it.
Really.
Remember one good thing about life today and emphasize it.
Did you think the world was just going to heal itself?
It starts with you, Boo.
Something to be grateful for is always something good.
Start there.
Thank you for reading.
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A slight breeze today keeps hot weather warm.
A clear blue sky makes seeing in sunlight clear.
Today wants to inspire.
I write the sunrise and today the Sun is set on raising spirits.
I do hope you're well and being kind to yourself.
Funny thing about being kind to yourself... it means building a kind environment around you to do that.
We have to take care of what's around us to best take care of ourselves.
Do one thing to help set up the world around you to be kinder to you today.
This isn't positive self-help mumbo-jumbo.
It's good common sense.
If the thermostat is set to fifty degrees and you're cold in the wintertime, go turn it up to a comfortable temperature.
You can do this for your whole life.
Some metaphorical thermostats take longer to change than others, some take longer to adjust the air quality.
But they always do.
The idea is that you make sure your life is taking care of you by taking care of your life.
You want a good day?
Surround yourself with what does you good.
Simple.
This includes thoughts and dreams.
Want nicer things?
Start with nicer thoughts and dreams.
Thoughts and dreams bring things.
Take care, do one thing, think one thing, dream one thing to make your life a better place, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
I Do That With Sentences
2025.07.27
Sunday, July 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Sunrise, the ultimate way to keep us going.
Still about an hour before the first rays grace the day's pictures.
Hope all's well with you.
On with the show...
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Where's the magic this morning?
Where's the wonder?
A circle-slash hello, perhaps?
O/?
Some letters on a screen?
Definitely.
It's amazing what a change of audience can do.
Over a year ago I began posting my morning journal entries online.
At first they were more of an author's sketchpad filled with stream-of-consciousness scribble talk sentences, pre-game warm ups for the day's writing.
They're here still.
The older the date the more stream-of-conscious the entry.
The idea of writing like that is akin to an artist doodling in a sketchbook making lines to match the moment because they love to.
The intent isn't to share anything other than the joy of drawing with themselves.
I do that with sentences sometimes.
Used to start the day that way.
Then you showed up.
Circle-slash worthy you. O/
Within that freeform free-for-all phraseology fun there are always a few shining sentences worth consideration, perhaps even a piece of a poem.
Viewing the posts in an online journal format juxtaposes them to everything else we read online.
What a difference...
What was the difference?
What is in these morning posts that has them stand out versus most other pages online?
It's in the intent of the spirit of the author.
I don't want your attention; I want your consideration, your wonder.
It's +he Ghos+ of the thing; it's the spirit in the letters.
It's me; it's a conversation.
It's you; it's an audience.
It's still a record of a poet's first thing in the morning thoughts, but they're dressed to help now.
Chances are the way we set up the world has you neglecting your spirit.
The word 'soul' sounds strange to you.
If you've read me for awhile you know me somehow.
What's up with that?
No selfies or social media sites, just my self as clearly as I can expressing my dream each morning of that morning for you.
My spirit to yours at sunrise says, Good morning.
And so, you know me better than any social media wall of pics can ever hope to achieve.
Substance over image.
My image for you right now is in my words.
And they represent me more fully than any picture ever could.
Same with you.
Maybe you never knew they could.
Maybe you never considered it.
Maybe I thought I'd show you...
You're worth so much more than your pictured image.
From my spirit to yours, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Our Lawns Grow Gardens
2025.07.26
Saturday, July 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hello. O/
Another one, a day, on the way, for you.
Glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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What's new?
The weather seems a little extreme this year, so far.
We predicted climate change; we predicted right.
It's long past due we get together and take more active measures to take care of our house.
Not for tree hugging's sake, for 'I prefer not to see a flood, a hurricane, a heatwave, when I look out my window's' sake.
Though, there's nothing wrong with hugging a tree.
He's nice enough to give you air to breathe.
Least you could do is shake the guy's hand... maybe offer him a glass of water. (The unpolluted type you give to friends, of course.)
We get greener.
I believe AI and the rise of machine assisted living brings with it greener pastures.
We develop a better understanding and respect for growing things. Our thumbs go greener. Our lawns grow gardens.
We keep an understanding of the ways of Nature in mind when we build.
We build with Her, not just from Her.
The World is a living thing.
She works in a certain way, like our own bodies do.
The better we care for Her, the better She can care for us.
We know this, though.
We've neglected incorporating Her ways into our day to day building for so long. Our ways of living we insist on mean Nature has to adjust in other ways to sustain them.
Like floods. Like hurricanes. Like heatwaves.
With AI advancing so quickly so many people are going to be out of work real fast.
There's plenty of work to be done in cleaning up our house, in getting our ways more in sync with The Earth's.
So the sunshine is always a reason for joy.
Take care, think about the air, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Beautiful Place, Still
2025.07.25
Friday, July 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
So much to say kind of day in the air.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Staying with the journal's theme, let's call today a Transition Day, underline it a hyperlink, and move on with the change.
Reading, writing, and arithmetic... The Three 'R's' that aren't, but are good for your education.
How's you education?
Self-taught smarty?
Ivy league nerd classy?
Community college get-it-doner?
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The whole Country seems to have lost its mind.
But it's the News.
And when the News ain't showing our day-to-day experience, it's showing something else...
And it ain't News.
I know you're a better person than the screens say you are.
I know that you know the world is a better place than we advertise.
I know you have friends and loved ones.
And I know the people on the screens, every screen!, have friends and loved ones, too.
I know you know to be a friend, and to be loved, requires a whole lot more than just bad News.
It's our storytellers... our artists.
It's on us now.
Politics thinks it's an argument, forgot its purpose: The People.
You see this Country of ours we're told is founded on a dream.
A beautiful one, at that.
It speaks on rights we're born with, the freedom to have a dream of what a good life is, and the space to build that good life.
Somewhere in all our arguing, in all our bad News selling, we lost sight of our purpose: The freedom to dream of a better life and the space to build it.
Truth, Justice, and the 'I can afford a better attorney than you' way, is not what our founders had in mind.
Yet here we are.
What's Life worth?
Artists, what is Life worth?
Show us.
Sing it, paint it, act it, write it.
Show us.
Remind U.S.
It's so easy to share these days.
Don't hold onto good News.
Shout it out.
When you're brave enough to see it the world is still a beautiful place built for dreamers.
Be brave enough.
Take care, shout out some good News, and make wonderful this still wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Magic. Punto. Period. Magic.
2025.07.24
Thursday, July 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Good to be read by you again.
Sun's up.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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I consider the act of reading magic.
I consider the act of writing weaving a spell.
Making any word at all is an act of spelling, after all.
Your eyes look at an arrangement of scribbles, or binary blips, a writer set down and your imagination, that immeasurable part of you that measures, brings those scribbles and blips to life.
Magic.
Punto.
Period.
Magic.
What is it you do when you read a story?
How strange readers would appear to any alien species staring at a phone or a book for minutes, even hours, at a time.
What device has them so transfixed?
What power!?
You're doing it now.
I gotcha under my spell.
Boo. O/
The Magic of the Written Word.
Dive into a Land called Imagination where +he Ghos+ is King.
Welcome.
Make yourself comfortable.
Heck, make yourself period.
Wanna be a lion, a witch, an eagle in flight?
That's all right here.
Be something Beautiful.
You should always regardless of the Nation you find yourself in, Image-Nation or otherwise, be something beautiful.
Cosmetics are for cover-ups or expressions.
Beauty is the witness of an object working right.
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When you love yourself it shows.
When you love anything at all it shows.
And it shows Beautiful.
The writer that loves making sentences puts their attention, care, and concern into each syllable.
The singer that loves to sing always sings a song worth hearing.
How we do what we do is part of each finished product.
You make dinner with love; you eat love.
The ends never justify the means because the means are the ends.
Every action is a building block that makes part of what you're building.
All our actions make the finished product, so they are every part of the finished product.
The total sum of all our actions together to build a thing is the thing.
Thank you again for reading, accentuate your beautiful, accept the reality of magic O/, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.