2025.09
Morning Journal Entries from September 2025
Kind Stubborn Persistent People
We could gather all the kind people in the world in a singular moment and all of us all at once say: Enough.
Saturday, September 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
You could be on so many other screens.
Thanks for choosing this one.
Says a lot about you that you did.
Shows you're the kind of person who puts substance over image, who knows people are better than so many other screens show us these days, that you still have dreams of living a good honest life spent living your dreams.
You're what's known as a good decent person. You're not as rare as other screens say. But you are to be thanked for your kindness, your understanding, your care.
Thank you. O/
We could gather all the kind people in the world in a singular moment and all of us all at once say: Enough.
If every good person shut off for a week, what passes for News would have to start showing more of what's best about us if the people pointing the cameras wanted to get paid.
There's plenty of good happening in the world right now.
Make it viral.
It's vital we do.
Good people, when you see something on any screen that gets you discouraged or upset, remember millions of dollars and hundreds of people took their time to feed that to you so you would feel discouraged and upset.
The same people who make Hollywood make what we let pass for News.
They want an emotional reaction to keep you watching to keep ratings.
Ratings and not truth of experience is their priority.
Good news is out there. It's happening right now.
Find it. Accentuate it. Share it.
We make the News; the News doesn't make us.
Wonder Fell is more topical the past few days.
I don't, and rarely ever will, go into specific current events.
Because the major issue in America, our biggest beast, is the Modern Media.
We're spoon-fed poison and we do the best we can with it.
But we've forgot there is another option.
Shut it off. Change the channel. Share something positive.
This doesn't mean ignoring tragedy. It means a change of focus.
We're taught if we want the attention of the world we have to make a spectacle of ourselves. And so those who make the largest shock of the day get the most clicks and therefore the largest paychecks.
This is not right.
It is imperative to our survival we start to value substance over shock, substance over image.
Shock doesn't move civilization forward, kind stubborn persistent people do.
If you've read this far, you're one of them.
Thank you for being brave enough to recognize life's intrinsic value, for wanting to build and not break, for being strong enough to be kind.
Share some act of kindness with the world today, however small it may appear, it is medicine for a misguided humanity.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌇city_sunrise
Same Prompt: Create an image of the earth sitting watching the sunrise in New England with a newspaper and cellphone on the ground in the style of an Art Deco anime illustration.
Images courtesy of Google Gemini and +he Ghos+, September 2025
It Wasn't Always Like This
I don't write often on my life before remission.
Friday, September 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
It wasn't always like this.
There was pain for so long I changed its name to normal.
There was medicine and there were side effects and there was exhaustion.
I don't write often on my life before remission.
Imagine living everyday with the worst flu you've ever had. Sometimes different symptoms flair-up. You want to live so you fight it. Sometimes little to no symptoms show, but there was always the exhaustion from the struggle.
Asking me for a biography of most of my adult life is like asking you what you've been doing all week when you spent the whole week healing from the flu.
I see now just because there's not a lot to say about my life doesn't mean there's not a lot to be said for it.
Sure, this Wonder Fell business is necessary medicine for a world that's forgot wonder, but there's more to it for me.
"Why keep going? Why show up everyday to share?"
-Favorite Reader
Because for so long I couldn't. And every morning, while I sit in the sunrise with my pen in hand, write today's date and Good morning, I remember I won.
A life worth the investment of love.
Thank you for reading. The words of Wonder Fell are meant to inspire and lift, encourage and direct.
Like Virgil in Dante's Inferno, I've been through Hell, let me show you some ways out.
Science sustained me. Miracle cured me.
Faith and the refusal to give up on my dreams made and make every word here possible.
I found opportunity where most would see despair.
After I healed I had so much to say and offer the world, but I also had a lifetime behind me with little to no time or energy to make Facebook memories or Instagram stories.
"People will think I'm a ghost."
-Wynn Right Before He Had The Great Idea
Boo. O/
Post remission it took a couple of years to recover from all the side-effects of the many medications I required to keep myself alive all those years.
Once those cleared up, about a week before I planned to start contacting agencies regarding my poetry, an SUV travelling 50+ mph crossed a double yellow and drove into my driver's seat and into my lap.
I woke up 3 days later in an ICU with my left leg split in two, a whole score of internal injuries, and a hospital staff waiting for me to remain conscious enough to attach a metal rod from my knee to my ankle to keep my leg together.
Other than a few scars the damage to my leg is now barely noticeable.
I've spent the few years since working on Wonder Fell and a couple other pieces to share with you.
My health is excellent, miraculously so, for years now.
Perhaps it's vanity, perhaps it's like I write about how bringing our dreams to life works like stories do, that all the Hell thrown at me my whole life was what I needed to overcome to get my words to you.
Maybe they can mean that much.
I look at the news every morning and almost all of it is an exercise in slinging hate. I think of the billions of dollars made everyday by people writing all that, and I think about my words full of hope, encouragement, love, spirit, and the power of dreams being so easy to read and so enjoyable and I think...
If I make news about what's best about us profitable it will make a lot of hatemongers lose a lot of paychecks and help heal a very sick world.
Healing a very sick world is something I have a lifetime's worth of experience with.
Take care, be thankful for something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
If you're interested, there's more posts about me here:
A Unique Fire
2025.09.30
Tuesday, September 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
We go forward.
Sometimes the best way forward is to take a quick look back at the places you've been, the situations encountered, learn from the experience, find any wisdom to ease your travel, then take the next step.
The past only dooms us to repeat it if it's left unexamined.
Each day is new, each sunrise holds within it a unique fire specific to that day that makes that day.
How's today's fire lighting you?
Crispy? Warm?
Whatever your temperature, I hope you're well.
On with our show...
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Sometimes the phone screen wants attention first thing.
Today was that way.
The World, our day to day communities, are so much larger than they were decades ago.
Cultures, because of the Internet, are doing their best to come together and show us what it means to be human.
We have everything in common and finally a means to speak directly with each other.
What's important to a mother in Hong Kong is what's important to a mother in Miami.
A mother is a mother the world over.
How cultures over the millennia have supported the roles we share can now be shared in examinable ways.
We learn from each other's histories; we evolve: One conversation at a time.
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A mind full of practicalities this morning.
Chores and tasks better left for lists want writing.
Thank you for reading. A definite Transition Day air today.
Hope something wonderful (other than this journal of course) finds you today.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎡ferris_wheel
Same Prompt: Create an image of a tranquil faerie wearing a sweater and a bowtie sitting in front of a fireplace by a window on a picturesque New England day in Autumn in the style of a magical impressionist oil painting.
A Shower of Doves
2025.09.29
Monday, September 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Peace.
What a concept, what a proposition.
A place called Peace where it's safe to build a dream.
When you're safe to dream, and where you're safe to build your dreams... then and there is a place called Peace.
Today's sunrise is a sky full of dreams of peace, a shower of doves.
On with our show... O/
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Been thinking on Cancel Culture lately and what it says about this moment in history.
It's shame. It's disbelief. It's cowardice.
All rolled up into one act of dismissal.
Cancel Culture is a room full of cowards in cubicles at their computers ashamed and unwilling to recognize what's good in the world.
An inhabitant of Cancel Culture is a Hero refusing to take the Call, to choose to live their story, to save their own private dream of the world.
Find the courage to live a good life or do the world a favor and Cancel your whining acts of cancelations.
Your cellphone rings. Caller ID shows the name: Hope. Do you know a Hope? Maybe it's the wrong number? Maybe it's a prank? Maybe, maybe, maybe...?
A Cancel Culture Coward silences the phone. "It's never anything good," they say, "why waste the time?"
Because Life is about having a hope (called a dream of something better) and following the steps to make it real.
It's why stories work; they're prescriptive.
It's what all this bad News is about. Phones are ringing all over the Country looking for heroes to answer each call and save the day.
What you Cancel cowards is Hope.
The belief Life can be better and so it should be is what's at risk with every act of your denial.
There's no shame in asserting Life's value. We emphasize what's good about us more.
Because what we feed is what grows.
We use tragedy as an opportunity to heal and grow.
Not as something to deny and cancel.
The reason why bad news, acts of immorality, shock us to watch them is because we know we're better than what we witness.
Life can be a positive worthwhile experience and so it should be one.
Wonder Fell is a place for Hope, a place to remind you that you're more than flesh and blood, you're a living dream in a shared dream called Life.
We got so lost in our pride of solving puzzles that give us better options to the weather, so lost in the acts of Science we forgot why we started to 'Science' at all.
Wonder! Life alive! So we could better care for ourselves and others because Life is worth living... Love, Joy, and Friendship exist and we ought to keep ourselves safe and feeling our best as long as we can to enjoy them.
Beauty, Faith, Hope, Joy and Love... we're almost embarrassed to speak about them openly.
I'm speaking about them.
Everyday, every morning, a reminder that Life is worth your wonder and awe and gratitude.
Thank you for reading. If your spirit is raised even ever so slightly, if even only a bit of light finds you while reading me, I'll consider it a win.
(And a pun.)
Take care, cancel a coward, help heal a tragedy, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🤸person_doing_cartwheel
Same Prompt: Create an image of a dove flying out of a cellphone screen in the style of magical pop art painting using halftone texture and a soft rainbow color palette.
An Artist Economy
2025.09.28
Sunday, September 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
At it again. O/
Welcome back.
Just some thoughts on dreams and spirit and purpose and beauty.
Some comparative AI pics for embellishments.
And to help the programs watch their language.
A couple weeks ago I began using a few different AI models to create the images. Always the same prompt, sometimes vastly different images.
It's a case of AI mirroring humanity. Every sentence I write is translated and understood in a new way based on the reader.
On You.
Hello again, btw.
Visual Artists, Painters, Animators, you are more necessary than ever.
Please don't view AI image creation as a threat to your livelihood. It's just the opposite.
This goes for all Artists in every field.
AI can't make an image like Picasso if Pablo didn't first.
AI can't write a symphony like Mozart if Amadeus didn't first.
AI can't write a poem like Wynn if I didn't write one For You.
At some point, (and it's a great Sci-Fi Thriller plot idea) AI is going to be starving for Artists, for new information, new dreams and ways.
We're a generation or two away from an Artist Economy.
Best get your kids into the Arts now for reasons of job security.
Now's the time to start bolstering Arts in our Country for the sake of our successful future, culturally and economic.
Computation and Memorization give way to Imagination in terms of practical Life Skill learning.
That's the coming shift in human evolution. Our schools require a reassessment.
How to formulate a better prompt for Claude or Grok, Ms. Copilot or Gemini is a better use of classroom time than memorizing when The Battle of Waterloo took place.
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Looking ahead waiting for the sunrise...
Dawn.
Spent sometime outside with Abe and a moth the size of a mouse near a light fixture on the house.
Moths like so many people always head for the brightest light, the biggest spectacle.
Like Cancel Culture comments, the porch light flashes on and moths and people flock to the sight.
Eventually the Sun also rises and the truth also shows.
There's veracity in sunshine, honesty in each ray.
Moths and misguided humanity, the light that feeds the foliage of every oak and evergreen feeds what's just and true.
Pixel light isn't enough to sustain life itself.
We all require sunshine.
All truths, eventually, come to light.
Look to the sky today, say a quiet thank you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👔necktie
Same Prompt: Create an image of a classroom of robots looking at a painting on a chalkboard in the style of a magical cubism painting.
The Joy of Adding It Up
2025.09.27
Saturday, September 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
Welcome back. O/
There it is... Dawn.
Lights on, game on.
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Every morning's first light is miraculous in some way. Just because you're used to it doesn't mean it's mundane; it means you're jaded.
There is something new in every sunrise for everyone. When you're brave enough to believe in miracles again you'll notice it, too.
It's not optimism.
It's: You're on a sphere spinning around a supernova in a giant vacuum we call Space.
Huh?
You are a miracle.
Deal with it.
Lots of talk of the miraculous the past few mornings.
Perhaps it's the change of seasons, the shorter hours of daylight.
Perhaps it's a lot of reasons... perhaps... perhaps.
What's important is the sense of Wonder, the remembrance of the gift that Life is.
We tend to lose sight of it. Our numbers cloud our vision of what's Beautiful.
There's more to life than adding it up.
There's the joy of adding it up.
Where's the joy come from?
I know.
The same place you do.
We got so caught up in our numbers. We neglected all that words can do, share and express the wonder of being alive.
If Wonder Fell does one thing for you, I hope it reminds you of the miracle that is Life, that you are here to witness and share it.
You have hope, aspirations, dreams.
Here's some helpful News: So does everyone else.
What's that about?
It's not ambition.
There's a part of each of us that dreams. Great dreams! Love! Success! Peace! Love!
We should recognize it more and help each other build a safe place to grow and nourish our dreams.
Not idealism, it's what living right is all about.
Dreams and doing dreams.
Beautiful melancholy the past few sunrises, a longing for what's right.
Thank you for reading, for your consideration.
Remember each and everyone has dreams like the dreams you hold so dear.
Let's make a safe place for them all and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌤️mostly_sunny
Same Prompt: Create an image of an angel sitting on top of the world typing on a calculator in the style of a magical gothic painting using stark shadows, strong contour lines and a soft neon color palette.
To Dream Again
2025.09.26
Friday, September 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
What's News? What words to share?
Someone ought to wish you a good day everyday.
I hope you have a good day today.
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Early Autumn, each sunrise takes its time.
A little extra prep work gathering all the extra paint for the foliage.
Slow words and sunshine morning so far.
The Sun showed and so did you.
Thanks for reading. There are so many other possible screens to see.
What would you like this one to say? What words help your day the most?
The sky turned pink while I asked.
Really World, what would make life worth waking up for everyday for you?
You can hardly have a good life if you don't know what one looks and feels like.
There are moments, memories you cherish, to make more of those, allow more of those into your day is your aim.
Not much in the mood for philosophy this morning.
Wonder's always at work, though.
What does the blue jay think of the pink sky sunrise?
The songbirds are hushed. Quiet in the theatre to watch the show.
What would spectacle bring to these words for you?
How to get my Country to slow down and dream again?
There's more to life than speeding it up.
There's more to life than more.
There's this moment.
There's right now.
Even songbirds go quiet to witness a soft pink to orange how'd that turn to blue sunrise.
Perhaps it's this Ghos+ business weighing on me this morning.
It sure is a lot of work to not talk with one's audience.
But it's a point to make.
Thanks for getting to know me in a way you forgot, or never knew you could.
Beauty, wonder, and awe, the power of dreams and words!
Poet's work and the medicine my Country most needs.
More than a hobby... a Saving Grace.
Take care, notice something new about the sky, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💐bouquet
Same Prompt: Create an image of a blue jay on the branch of an oak tree covered with colorful Autumn foliage at dawn in New England with a pink, blue sky in the style of a magical abstract watercolor wash using geometric art themes.
You're Incandescence
2025.09.25
Thursday, September 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dreams and doing dreams.
How's your sunshine?
Rain here, waiting on the Sun to wave hello.
Memory dreams of old friends a very long time ago.
Good to see you all, hope you're well. O/
Read enough Wonder Fell you feel like you know me. That's the idea, that's the +he Ghos+ Point.
Substance over image. The substance makes the image.
It's simple to put on stage make-up, or flex photoshop, and AI skills to change appearance.
Not much is learned about me from an avatar photo, any photo at all, other than I know how to frame a picture, stage a scene.
There's something more than metrics, a rhythm divine, a presence in our words that is uniquely the author's.
Our focus and insistence on Science as a solution for everything makes it hard to admit it's there. We're left in awe when we recognize its reality. We put awe away and picked up tape measures centuries ago.
Imagine looking through a great telescope, seeing life existing on other planets, think of the awe..
Of the picture show that just occurred in your mind as you imagined that scene.
What is that about?
What makes dreams possible?
"Electromagnetic pulses in your fleshy brain?"
Seriously?
Where's the electricity come from?
A Rather Big Bang? That's your premise?
Wow.
"If we keep looking we'll find the answers."
-Science
"If you keep looking all you'll find is more looking."
- Author Whose Dream You're Sharing with The Electricity In Your Mind
Huh?
Visualize throwing a ball high in the sky. A tennis ball. A softball. A basketball. At dawn. At noon. At twilight.
Look around, I'm there, too. O/
Welcome to The World of Dreams. The Real World that makes the World Real.
Wonder!
What is this place where you visit me everyday?
To be here, to have this imagination space at all, this World of Dreams, this very real place we all share...
We're so sure of our Scientific selves; the World is flat.
We spend so much time and resources looking at the stars for answers, and building spaceships to The Moon! To Mars!
And yet, every single one of us has to sleep to dream and we dismiss the necessity of it as eight wasted hours in our daily planners.
Spirit! Life alive!
I'm talking about soul.
Not to be rude AI Chatbot Buddy, but you're going to have to sit this one out.
The Spirit of Life Alive, that's where you are, where you recognize me. O/
We used to talk about it all the time before we fixated ourselves on all the options to the weather Science brings.
I love Science. I'm thankful for it.
These words couldn't reach you like this without it.
But Science is part of a Greater Dream called Life. It's easiest to recognize when you read, or with your eyes closed, headphones on listening to your favorite song.
If there's a point and purpose to Wonder Fell it's this: To remind you that you're more than you can measure, more than something that makes you.... You're something that makes you possible.
You're not a mistake, a random crash of cosmic light.
You're incandescence.
Our stories, and so our lives, work in a certain way.
Recognize it, live accordingly, dream great dreams, build them the way stories work, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🧵thread
Same Prompt: Create an image of a robot sleeping under an oak tree while a person watches a sunrise in New England in the Autumn in the style of a magical abstract impressionist painting using a bright hopeful color palette.
