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Morning Journal Entries from August 2025
Thankful for the Awful News
2025.08.13
Wednesday, August 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Still an hour or so till sunrise.
Hope your dreams go well.
Hope all is well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Transition Day, something in the air.
They come more often lately.
It's a good thing; the World could use some healing.
And we are healing.
It's what all this awkwardness is about.
To heal anything you first need a diagnosis.
Consider The News our symptoms, consider how we treat each other a symptom, consider how we treat ourselves a symptom.
We're so much better than we show ourselves we are.
We could be thankful for the awful News.
Like showing up to the doctor's office with all your symptoms flared up, The Media is doing us good.
The issue, then, isn't the Bad News of the Day; it's what we're doing about it.
Things don't have to be this way.
Life doesn't have to look the way our screens portray it to.
We have choice.
So what are we choosing to cause a day's news cycle to look the way they do?
Because it is your fault.
You are alive, so it is your fault.
It's how we treat each other; it's what we tell ourselves we value.
We're out of sync.
Ever wonder why a movie makes you laugh, makes you cry, at the same time it does another person regardless of their race, creed, or prefix, or pronoun of choice?
Why we cheer The Hero on regardless of the color of their skin is the cure for racism, is the medicine for the whole world.
Morality exists.
There is a certain right way to live and we all know it, all can sense it.
It has to do with spirit, with soul.
Our successes with Science have made it difficult to discuss because numbers don't stick to it.
But yet, you still cheer the hero on, still know when they win.
If Darth defeated Luke, my good nerdy friends, The Star Wars Saga would be a flop because it would attempt to prove a lie.
A story, just like life, has to display the true way of things to be a success.
Consider the stories of the day, the bad news, as unfinished business.
We're in Act 3 America.
We collectively know what's right: Kindness, community, compassion.
Yet we pay: Greed, selfishness, and ire.
A spectacle of kindness, community, goodwill and compassion is brewing.
It has to if we're to survive all this immoral hate.
I add my morning journal to feed what's best about us, what's right about us.
I hope Wonder Fell is a catalyst for you to have a better day.
I hope you realize the hero always wins because the World works in a certain way.
I hope you actively join the winning team.
Take care, consider the moral nature of stories, apply them to your understanding of life, apply them to the stories of the day, see where the heroes are, help them win, be one yourself, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
It's Like Music
2025.08.31
Sunday, August 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
The Sun starts the show.
Hope all's well.
Let's go.
On with our show...
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Slow intentional words this morning to start.
It's like music, the way of the world.
There's always a song playing in the air, as part of the air.
We take it in, we move ourselves to its rhythm.
We become instruments to add accompaniment, or at times, take the melody and lead the band.
A road trip with subwoofers shaking hip-hop is a different experience in the same car with the same people if a quiet Mozart symphony is playing.
Your day is that car ride.
What music surrounds your world?
Maybe you have a group of friends who squawk and cheer an upbeat horn section of support.
Maybe a co-worker drones a dirge on an old pipe organ.
Maybe a best friend plays rhythm guitar in any key, major or minor, of your choice.
Surround yourself with music that supports the best dream you have of yourself.
Everyday sounds its own silent melody; sunrise starts the band.
A slow dreamy ballad lights today's sky.
Even Abe stays lounging on the loveseat when on other days he'd be outside with a squeak toy dashing circles in the yard.
A day's song conducive to my type of work.
Reading, writing, daydreaming, just hanging out with longtime friends doing nothing at all on purpose.
I hope laughter and a peace of mind find you today.
Thank you for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🚊tram
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of the Sun dressed as a band leader conducting a symphony over a highway in the style of magical abstract realism.
Very Real Magic
2025.08.30
Saturday, August 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Good to be read by you again. O/
Sun's set on rising its shine, a new day is here.
Hope all's well with you.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Did anyone ever tell you it's all right to relax?
That's a good friend.
More than just good for your health, relaxing now and then is good for your worldly success.
When we relax we dream on purpose. We bring new possibilities into our life.
Bring new possibilities into your life.
Sunrise is always reliably new.
Sameness is a scientific smokescreen.
Today can be like yesterday, but never exactly the same.
The river is always water in motion. Always the same river, never the same.
Like you.
Life is always in motion, always moving to make new Life.
On a molecular level every rock is rolling. Every noun is the name of an atomic-sized dance number.
It's choreography.
A word is a name of the molecular choreography of what it represents.
See, Science can be beautiful.
And spiritual.
What keeps the molecules dancing?
What keeps every rock rolling?
What music does Life move for?
Where's the rhythm that taps every stationary toe?
"There was a Bang, a rather Big one, and now everybody wants to fall in Love."
- Scientist
There's magic and mystery in the world, in all things. We worked so hard to forget.
Who's idea was that?
Not yours.
Let it go.
It doesn't serve your desire for a good life.
What we focus on and how we focus on it does.
Best to focus on the very real magical ways of the world with a sense of wonder.
Relax, discover a new dream or two to increase the quality of your life, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎛️control_knobs
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a good witch sitting on a rock in a river watching the sunrise in the style of a magical cross-hatching vintage anime illustration.
It's Foresight
2025.08.29
Friday, August 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Cloudy grey sunshine day.
Welcome to the show. O/
Words don't write themselves.
So...
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Abe and an African Violet to my left.
The rescued Texas hound and the rescued flower.
She's in bloom; he's asleep.
It only takes a little attention, a little compassion to see a dog or a flower grow.
How are your surroundings? What pictures adorn your walls?
So much talk on the power of dreams on the site, on how that's connected to spirit stuff, Ghost Stuff.
I stay as practical as I can about it.
I'm looking ahead for us.
Not too long from now our machines, with the advent of AI, are going to make us feel obsolete.
A robot, the ones we build, are building, are simply better at doing most of what we say defines being a human being.
This is not outlandish thinking.
It's foresight.
We're dreamers who need to eat and sleep and have a safe place to do both.
Once our AI machines take care of providing food and shelter, what are we going to do?
What will be our scientific function when science computes itself?
What is Life really about?
Dreams and how we treat each other.
Life is a process of growing dreams.
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There is suffering in the world, but we can, and so should, use our technology to end it.
People are not inherently greedy.
We're taught greed pays, greed feeds, greed pays the bills.
Those lessons are why the News looks the way it does.
We falsely value greed.
But what about a world where AI driven machines make homes and control agriculture?
It's not that far away.
What happens when our basic needs are taken care of by the push of a button?
It's called thinking about the future.
Dreams and how we treat each other.
Making dreams real to share with each other... the true purpose and focal point for a healthy humanity.
Take care, dream great dreams, work quietly persistently to make them real, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌼blossom
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a robot watering an African Violet in the style of a magical pop art painting.
Wow.
2025.08.28
Thursday, August 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
The first touch of daylight just touched the horizon.
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Wow.
Sometimes that's the right word.
My favorite poem, the word: Wow.
There's wonder there.
Stand it on its head and it's Mom, The Mother of All Things.
The Sound of the Big Bang itself: Wow.
How's your wonder? How's your morning?
"What's so Wow worthy this morning, Wynn?"
- Curious Reader
If I knew, I'd use another word.
Something great is in the air today.
Something worth the Wow.
I was going to let 'Wow' be the whole entry, but I thought you deserved some explanation.
I hope a Wow moment finds you today.
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Where did you put your wonder, I wonder?
Science and sanity made you yawn too many times, I guess.
But Science and Sanity are just measures of acceptability, tools for reliability.
Wow is for Wonder.
Wonder is what you find here.
Every morning.
Hope you find it in your day.
Thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📔notebook_with_decorations
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of an angel eating popcorn while watching a supernova be born in the style of a magical abstract anime line sketch.
Image courtesy of Google Gemini and +he Ghos+, August 2025
When You're Brave Enough
2025.08.27
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Heaven's slow turn of the dimmer switch we call sunrise.
Welcome Back. O/
Good day vibes in the air.
Hope you feel them, too.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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When did this journal become a place for inspiration?
It's whatever we put words to... it's what wants saying, singing, first thing in the morning.
I take notes.
I share what the air wants to say with poet whims and wishes and wonders.
"Breathe..."
Each sunrise sounds that chord.
Our lives are a process of translating sunshine.
Take a tip from the flowers and trees, photosynthesis is the way of all things.
Even a spaceship needs the Sun to recognize the Moon.
Even astronauts eat sunlight for breakfast.
I got poems aplenty, stories too on the way, but there's something about each sunrise that deserves its own song.
Welcome to Wonder Fell. O/
Sometimes humanity's hollers; he said, she said, they said, them said(s) feast on the light.
That's all right.
Clean them up with a few breaths, a paragraph or two, let the Sun remind you you're alive.
Look up, close your eyes, feel the light, compare it to your favorite blanket, cloak yourself in it, open your eyes, walk in the light, share it, show it, shine it to the world.
Every sunrise is a gift when you're brave enough to recognize it.
Be brave enough, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍭lollipop
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a sunrise over an enchanted forest in the style of a magical abstract realism painting using stark shadows and soft light.
Inspiration for a Troubled Nation
2025.08.26
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Rise and shine Sunshine Valentine, your day's not gonna live itself. O/
Dawn shows her sleepy shine; there's Autumn embers in her entrails of light. New England's Colorfest called Fall is on the way.
And we're:
On with our show...
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How's your cup of coffee, cup of tea?
Hot or iced, sweet or bitter, hope you enjoy it.
Words of comfort, inspiration for a troubled Nation?
If you find that here I'm glad, though the point is wonder.
It's in the title.
Science and consistency devoid of wonder is vain and sterile at best.
The World runs on magic.
If you can measure it with words and make it repeatable, that's called a spell not a Scientific Theorem.
Wonder, awe, a great gratitude to be alive.
Where is your grateful appreciation for the chance to live, to love, to sing anytime you want?
When did life become dry duty? Where's your wonder?
The Network News? The AM/FM dial? The right or left side of the aisle?
Mothers and Fathers of America listen up!
Teach your children their manners, then remember kids learn best by watching you.
Don't do anything, say anything, you wouldn't want your son or daughter to see you doing in your day-to-day work.
Do that America and we'll heal at a miraculous pace.
It's morality. Period.
How we treat each other.
Common decency, with common sense, isn't so common anymore.
This has to change.
What do We stand for? What moral truths are We saying We all share? Is this, this News Circus Spectacle, how We do America best?
If your child wouldn't understand the morality of your work, get a new job, or change how you do yours.
Words of encouragement for a wounded Nation.
We're beating ourselves up. Why? Because a few people paid to play angry tell us to.
Shame on us.
Our system of government can work when we all work it.
The media is not the means of governance.
The people are.
There are systems available, town halls for instance, that work.
Talk to each other with a sense of morality, of common decency in mind, shut off the News aimed to get you riled up to control you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌇city_sunrise
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a cup of coffee on top of a newspaper on a table by a window during a city sunrise in the style of a magical surrealist painting using a red, white, and blue color palette.
For Reasons of the Spirit
2025.08.25
Monday, August 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Mornings like this... peaceful, tranquil, make sense, brings confidence of purpose, of place, of time.
A good night's sleep is medicine for so much doctors can't help with.
Maybe you're just exhausted, maybe that's the reason you struggle.
Maybe a good night's sleep, a good healthy serving of dreams, is just what the doctor should order.
Give yourself it.
You'll be amazed how much your life is changed when you focus on getting some good sleep.
It comes down to dreams and what they're for and what they do.
You could, of course, just lie down and stare at the ceiling to remove the physical exertion from your body.
But without sleep, without closing your eyes and going into a dream, you're not recharged.
We have to sleep for reasons of the spirit.
All the things we can't measure with numbers is why we close our eyes and say goodnight.
No complex deep thoughts, this is basic living stuff. We just don't talk about it enough.
The necessity of sleep shows a glaring difference we have to machines.
Your cellphone doesn't need to dream. Though it does delve into a cloud of so many other people's stories to communicate with you.
Just like you do while you're thinking.
Your phone can think; it can't feel or dream.
After AI shows us it's better at thinking than us... Feelings and Dreams are the next focal points for evolution.
Enter the Artists to lead humanity forward.
And it's about time.
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Cloudy this morning. The birds bring back their songs.
Been quiet the past couple mornings.
I'm sure Nature has at least a thousand reasons why.
Spend some time dreaming up reasons why...
There's no such thing as a coincidence, only a reason for a poem.
Take care, sleep well (you'll enjoy the days more), think about dreams, and dream wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ☘️shamrock
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a choir of songbirds singing at sunrise in their pajamas in the style of a magical Art Deco Anime Illustration.
Image courtesy of Google Gemini and +he Ghos+, August 2025