2025.11
Morning journal entries from November 2025
This Way of Showing the Craft
2025.11.14
Friday, November 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Today...made it.
Welcome to the show. O/
Up, up and away we go...
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Some breakfast, some coffee, some tea. One for you, one for me.
A new day, transitions in the air. The winds of change are quite a literal experience.
You sense them when you slow down and notice, simply listen to your life.
It's Friday, so another verse of Colore will magically appear later today.
Days ago I wrote, like watching an artist on social media paint a picture, I'd write about the making of Colore on Wonder Fell as I reveal it... piece by piece.
Every story has parts. Like vanishing points and horizon lines for Artists, the ways of story help writers craft better stories.
I'm a poet writing a story because it's the best genre to share the message.
Like Wonder Fell... a journal is the best genre to showcase how words are tied to identity. Though there are no personal pictures of me here, if you read a few posts you start to know me in a way pictures could never say.
It's important we recognize that today. The Internet has made sharing words so easy.
We must not forget that when we share words we are in fact sharing part of ourselves.
O/ <– That's my latest online self-portrait... a friendly introduction, symbolic though it may be.
Thanks for reading and getting to know me.
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Back to Colore.
The opening scene is set. There's an interesting character in an interesting situation. Everything is in epic proportions, which is right where it should be... being an Epic.
A few deep questions regarding the nature of life and morality were hinted at, so not only Epic but Epic Literature.
What's next?
Time to say what the story is all about.
We state the moral theme, the lesson to be learned: What our hero has to figure out to save her world.
It only has to be stated in the story, not necessarily to the main hero.
Someone could say it to the family dog... perhaps.
What's morally true for one is morally true for all, after all.
If you're an Artist of any craft, this way of showing the craft as Colore unfolds is at least interesting. People intrigued by the creative process, stories in general, will also find interest here.
My Artists and Creative Friends, thank you for reading.
Let's see what Hope has to learn today and meet some of her family for breakfast.
How does a genius talk about encountering a dragon? O.o
She'll have to do better than emojis for sure.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🥞pancakes
Same Prompt🤔: Create a line drawing of a dragon flying in the sky over a boat in the ocean at dawn in the style of a watercolor wash using a rainbow color palette.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025
World Be Kind to Yourself Day
2025.11.12
Wednesday, November 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
What's in an image? What's in the sky?
There's light, night, and the shadows clouds cast on the Earth.
Is it possible everything happens for a reason that has nothing to do with Reason?
An esoteric question for an uncomfortably comforted by what's empirical world.
Big wordy dreams for Ivy Leagues and philosophies long since gone... I'd rather write to you, for you.
How's the day? O/
On with our show...
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Still some minutes till the sunrise shows.
Thoughts on Faith, Beauty, Truth and the value of the metaphorical juxtaposition of things here... where a poet's mind lives.
Where's your mind? On your work? On your dreams?
On the worth of working for your dreams is my hope for where your attention is at.
One of those mornings where there's so much to share.
What if inspiration could work like so many cells do on microscopic levels and be selectively permeable?
Do we train our brains to only take in what best serves us?
Of course we do.
This is good news for you.
You have choice, so if your life isn't serving you well, change your focus.
Decide what serves your best dream of you best and focus on it.
Sun's up now.
It's a journal; I hop around. Thanks for hopping (and hoping) with me.
Today is now officially: World, Be Kind to Yourself Day.
You should celebrate.
It's the kind thing to do.
When's the last time you did, or thought about doing, something kind for yourself?
If 'maybe never' is your answer, celebrate today liberally.
It's the kind thing to do.
The sky is blue doing its best impersonation of not being grey.
Autumn's tones tune to the chill of Winter.
Technicolor washes to sepia then black and white for wintertime.
We jazz it up with sleigh bells and wreaths and red and green and silver and gold decorations.
Seasons change the colors of Nature.
Speaking of Colore, there's that Epic to work on... kindly.
Take care, celebrate the holiday, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🔑key
Same Prompt🤔: Create a joyful image of a rabbit wearing a bowtie hopping down a path towards a colorful cityscape at dawn in the style of a magical cross-hatching pen and ink illustration.
Read The World
2025.11.11
Tuesday, November 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wake. Write. Say Goodnight to the night and Good morning to the day. Repeat. Add wonder, gratitude, some enthusiasm. Pick up the dream of the best version of yourself and live it. Live. Life. Live it.
Top of the morning motivations from your friendly Ghos+. O/
It's a handle, an avatar, my street name, yo: +he Ghos+.
It's also a point to make regarding the power of words.
A supernatural factual point.
On with our show...
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There's a presence you experience while you read. Each time spent reading words is a different experience dependent on the words read.
We don't discuss spirit well in our modern world, but there it is every time we read.
Your friend's text message invokes your feelings of the friendship.
You read any author for awhile and you develop a relationship based solely on the power of words.
How are we doing? O/
"What about AI?"
-Clever Wonderfell Reader Now Seeing the Point The Author's Been Making with His Avatar
AI is not a machine or software program... it's words.
So, AI has authors.
Each AI program makes a Collaborative Translation of what is considered a right answer at the time of the prompt.
A right answer based on the written code of human programmers.
AI, at its essence, is human teamwork.
Its success is based on something we call 'facts'.
Facts are not truth; the World was factually flat.
To change and grow and learn, to create new ideas, to make new facts from the application of our dreams; is what humans do.
I think of experiencing Life like reading a book, each shape and form is a word or sentence.
Life speaks to us through images and all our senses. Life's story is shown to us through the juxtaposition of what we experience around us.
Like the words an author chooses to express a creation, so too, Life uses objects to best express its story.
Consider the things in your life. What stories do they tell? Enjoy them or write them new to best serve your best dream.
Use AI's help if you like. Just remember facts, like the reality of a flat Earth, are subject to change.
Take care, read the World, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ⏳hourglass_flowing_sand
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspiring image of an angel reading an ancient book with a lighted image of the Earth projecting from the book in the style of a magical Art Nouveau Anime painting.
Metaphor the Sky
2025.11.10
Monday, November 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Quiet. A little background music, no words.
An airplane overhead.
Light highway traffic pre-Monday morning commute.
Even the dog isn't snoring.
About an hour till sunrise.
Hope all's well with you.
On with our show...
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The words are the important thing.
Period.
Even in regards to the AI images: They're about the words used to create them. See the "Same Prompt" located at the end of posts.
Do the pictures match? Check for yourself.
As Wonder Fell grows the AI pictures will be replaced by work from Artists.
A gallery of sorts, with links on how to reach them of course.
A new Artist everyday... 365 new galleries a year... happy to help.
Want to go Art shopping? Eventually, you'll come to Wonder Fell for it.
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Practical Monday morning thoughts.
Gaining some solidarity for the American Art Community is a goal here.
Art, in America, from music to the fine arts, and literature, has been a transient thing, a shapeless protean form.
To be a Great Civilization you have to have a well-defined Artistic Way.
Think Italian Renaissance and Greek Mythology for examples.
We've had Art movements, but no distinctly defining style.
Time to change that.
Eclectic Rock and Rap Pop Fantasia so far.
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Sun's up now, misty morning dew, soft grey to white lifts from the horizon.
Pick a wild metaphor to describe your sky.
Text it to a friend.
They like when you're weird.
Thought you should know.
A good phrase to end a weird text message metaphorical description of the sky to your friend...
"The Mothership armada spacecrafts are coughing out billows of exhaust over the golden Autumn horizon at dawn... thought you should know. 😄👍"
All Life contains the possibility of wonder.
Thought you should know.
Take care, metaphor the sky, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎨art
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an armada of spaceships coughing exhaust at dawn over a picturesque Autumn in New England landscape in the style of a magical cyberpunk Renaissance painting.
What's Wonderfell All About?
2025.11.09
Sunday, November 09, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Glad to be read by you again. O/
The Sun's just about to show.
Abe, the rescued hound dog, still in soft snoring dog dreams on the loveseat.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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So what's Wonder Fell all about?
First, it's a journal kept everyday at sunrise.
What's remarkable about it?
It's a poet's journal.
Not a 'hey I wrote a couple verses with a broken heart, or look how well my words can woo you' poet; a real-life, like it's my job title, Poet, Poet's Journal.
If you thought poetry was just a hobby for hallmark cards, or maybe what rap artists do, Wonder Fell's a good place to find out what Poets for millennia have been lyrically sharing our souls about.
It's a conversation with you, for you.
During this time when AI begins to arrange the way we do business, it's imperative we remember the true power of language, what making and using words is all about.
Words are a place to place your dreams to make them real. They are the first step to reality. They're what make us human. We're not-so-hairy-monkeys without words.
Software mimics the ways of the mind. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but it takes at least a thousand words to make every picture.
Artists and programmers have to learn the right language to draw every intended line. Anything you've ever done required language to accomplish it.
Wonder Fell's AI images, with the 'Same Prompt' located at the end of posts, shows the different interpretations, and thus the limitations of AI.
Being human is about the expression of Life. We've been focused for so long on how to prolong our lives we forgot why we're making the effort.
Beauty, friendship, love, wonder and building wonderful things, and moments is what Life is all about.
Of course there's poetry on Wonder Fell, too. If that's your cup of tea or energy drink to help raise your spirit and feel connected to life, maybe you'll read some.
And there's Colore, an American Epic I've been working on for some time.
I've just begun releasing it in stages: at least a verse weekly on Fridays.
It begins with the story of a girl and her dog, but the themes are heavy.
If you wouldn't allow your children to watch the nightly news unsupervised, they shouldn't be reading Colore, or Wonder Fell for that matter.
Sometimes seeing the world through the eyes of a child teaches us so much we forgot. Take Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer for examples.
I know if Huck and Tom had the opportunity to meet a dragon with Hope they'd be all in.
Would you? If yes, you might check it out.
One of our greatest minds said: "Imagination is more important than knowledge," then dropped the ball and went about spending a life focused on pure knowledge.
Colore is a tribute to the worldly transformative power of the Imagination.
Placing it second in importance is one of humanity's greatest failures.
The health of any nation is judged best by how it treats its artists, Artists of every endeavor. Be it a symphony, ballet, or a hip-hop concert what we value artistically shows us what we value... period.
There's more to life than sensationalism, America. When we put flash over substance we get bulldozers in The East Wing.
Substance comes from what the Imagination is for: Dreams and doing dreams. That means words and stories and paintings and a beautifully built White House with the hope of a people placed in each stone.
Wonder Fell is not for politics. Demolishing The White House is not a political act. It's a tragedy. We should lower our flags to half-mast to mourn the loss while we decide how to heal, at least how to stop the bleeding.
Sun's up now. Most of the leaves are end of Autumn amber and fall steady and slow.
Thank you again for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Every Cathedral
2025.11.08
Saturday, November 08, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
It starts with a dream.
Whatever it is you wish for, you want; the reality of it starts with a dream.
Our dreams seek expression.
We give them words; we give them brushstrokes; we give them music.
We give them semi-colons, too.
Some of us, sometimes do.
Glad you're here. O/
On with our show...
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The idea of Wonder Fell is to get you dreaming on purpose again.
Think of a dream as a destination. So many start their days not knowing where they're going before they get in the metaphorical car, so they feel life is without purpose because they lack a dream of purpose.
Dream your purpose, dream on purpose, then live your dream.
I picked up a mantle of sorts, what poets and poetry is for.
The power of the written word, all it can do, recognition and reverence for it is lacking in our world.
The word Beauty no longer translates to what it means.
Let's fix that.
There's a cathedral and there's an everyday house. A cathedral is beautiful.
Isn't your home worth as much?
What does it take to build a cathedral?
Reverence, awe, a recognition that life is a divine gift goes into the placement of every board and stone.
Regardless your chosen faith, your life, Life itself was created.
Your words for what created Life define more than your religion.
They frame your whole dream of Life.
An Atheist believes we're a hiccup of stuff in the Universe, a cosmic Bang.
They leave out the reality of imagination and the necessity of dreaming from their houses.
Every cathedral is built with the stories of the faithful.
Your home is built with the stories of your life.
Your life is fashioned with the stories, the dreams, you feed yourself.
Best watch what you eat.
"Do you believe in God, Wynn?"
-Wonderful Wonder Fell Reader
I don't need to; Life is too well designed to be an accident.
For some reason people are given choice. We should be thankful for it. There is so much wonder and good to choose to experience here.
Better choices is what the world lacks, not divine intervention.
Choice is what humanity is about.
How to make a good one is shown to us by how our stories work.
We all cheer when the hero wins.
What's up with that?
What is Up is what's up with that.
Speaking of stories, Verse 1, Part 2 of Colore is up last night. Perhaps you read it.
Thank you.
Every Friday, at the very least, I'll release more.
Be your life's hero, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📜scroll
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspiring image of an angel building a cathedral at dawn in the style of a magical anime impressionist painting.
Starved for Adjectives
2025.11.07
Friday, November 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Up and at 'em. O/
Glad you're here.
Oh, the peace of late, late nights and early mornings!
Hope you've known a few.
How to bring that calm into the day?
There's a certain slow easy way the Sun sets and rises.
Each rise and fall sets a rhythm, sets a tone.
I wonder if we remember our best work, our best living, happens in focused intentional moments of purpose on purpose.
There's a calm competency that comes when we're living well. It's easier to feel in the early morning and late at night.
Go! Go! Go! sparks the metronome at noon.
Coffee, Coffee, Go, Go! Whoa! And Go some more! is the trumpet call for so many.
There's no way to know happiness in that kind of life; there's only distractions and shock treatments.
If you can't find joy in a sunrise, or gratitude in a sunset from time to time, you're the scourge of the World.
You serve shock treatments more than yourself.
Do your work, certainly, but do it for the reason that Life is worth living, worth feeling.
There's more to living than living another day.
There's wonder, there's hope, there's kindness, and finding out what love is all about.
And Beauty.
Oh, sweet Beauty what did we do to you?
Gone and made you superficial.
Wow.
Where are the cathedrals, the works of Art?
Did we bury poetry in a scientific heap? Is life so cheap to be worth only numbers?
Words, I resurrect your power.
Nouns and numbers, the world starves for adjectives.
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Speaking of words, today is Friday so later another verse from Colore will post here.
To post it fresh as it's made has brought some interesting results.
As it deals directly with American Themes, the author's (O/) feelings on the subject matter are charged with the Spirit of the Country at present.
Being as I'm the author, and taking into account the current state of the American Spirit... yikes.
There's a divide: The Upset and The Upheaval.
We need to believe in ourselves again.
That comes down to a common language to discuss our ways and days.
There aren't two ways to talk about America; there's millions.
We try to make government a team sport, right aisle versus left, when in fact Government, in The United States, is supposed to be a team effort.
All of Us help all of Us.
We forgot how much we matter to each other.
Forgot how much it matters we care about each other.
We're being reminded.
So, I'll place at least another verse here later today or tonight.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🚮put_litter_in_its_place
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a Gnome dressed up in formal business attire wearing sunglasses watching a sunrise over a city landscape in the style of a cross-hatching anime illustration using a red, white and blue color palette.
Collaborative Translations
2025.11.06
Thursday, November 06, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Full moon light through the window on the screen as I write.
How's your dream? O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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What about all these AI pics littered over Wonder Fell?
They create a more interesting space for the morning journal.
Artists of the world be at peace! AI can never draw a picture, paint a painting.
It can only show a record of what's been done.
AI will never make anything new, never show us what we might be, what we might see, only where we've been and what we recorded.
An AI image is closer to a sentence than a painting.
That is one point Wonder Fell makes with the "Same Prompts" left at the end of each post.
Programmers are translating code into vernacular.
What we see when we see an AI image is a group of programmer's translation of the description.
It's like reading a translation of a poem; it's at least a step removed.
If there's any intimacy to be gained, any relationship with an AI image, it's between the prompter, the program team and the viewer.
So when you view a picture on Wonder Fell what you see is a collaboration.
How the program teams of Google, Ms. Copilot, and Grok understand and translate my sentence.
Nothing more than that.
There is the human element in it.
AI imagery is a collaborative translation.
Not Art.
AI is what worked and not necessarily what works.
Advice from a history book is AI's legacy.
Reliable, helpful, only ever as useful as someone else's memory is to your life.
It's memory devoid of feeling, though.
We're so much more than rational creatures.
We're dreamers doing our best to share this space called Life.
Rationalism, empiricism, computation help us share the space.
Enthusiasm, wonder, beauty, joy, love, and awe make living worth our heartbeats.
You can't find them in any image, AI or otherwise, until you recognize them in yourself.
O/
Take your reaction to my circle slash wave for proof wonder lives in you, as do beauty, joy and whatever in all creation love is.
Once a more active involvement with the readers of Wonder Fell (you ofc) is established and this Ghos+ business is in the past with AI's information, I'll offer the spaces where I place AI pictures to Artists to show some work.
No charge but a thank you.
The world needs what drives artists, musicians and writer's more than ever.
Three hundred and sixty five Wonderfell posts a year, a new artist per post...
Let's start a Renaissance.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌌milky_way
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a robot dressed as a Renaissance painter painting a mural on a window in the style of a magical Renaissance painting.
