2025.11
Morning journal entries from November 2025
A Warm Simplicity
2025.11.05
Wednesday, November 05, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Full moon! Gotcha.
Like a clear night sky, the full moon shows its circular shine.
What to do about a perfect and clear full moon?
We could howl at it.
Though, the neighbors might wake.
And a neighbor woke in the middle of the night because you're howling at the beautiful full moon is not the kind beautiful kind of woke neighbor you want.
Exchange your howl for some wonder and get on with the day.
Dreams and themes, themes of dreams, which to write on today?
Celestial spheres? Everyday tears? Joys wished for you?
How about we say hello and go from there?
Hello. O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Powder blue hue for a sky this morning. Autumn sets the stage for Winter.
Holiday lingo loiters on signs, comes alive in conversations.
Hats and sweaters, gloves and scarves, ice in coffee gives way for heat hot cups of chocolate or tea.
Winter's chill brings a warm simplicity.
Autumn leaves a blanket of leaves to catch snow.
There's a certain calm in every snowflake.
Rain rushes; snow floats down.
The squirrel gathering acorns and my thoughts think on Winter.
Hope you're staying warm.
Good day feel in the air here.
Perhaps you recognize it too.
Take care, stay warm, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🐧penguin
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a squirrel gathering acorns under a full moon in the style of a single line drawing using hushed tones and a pastel color palette.
Take a Breath, Artist
2025.11.04
Tuesday, November 04, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A new day. Welcome back. O/
Hope you slept well, hope all's well.
On with the show...
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Quiet practicality. A simple sensible life.
Ever want one of those?
Artists, musicians and weavers of words, to create anything at all requires metaphorical fire, a spark of the spirit is necessary to make anything new.
This means enthusiasm.
But an enthusiastic spirit doesn't have to be wild. There's a holiday candle in a glass jar set to safely burn the whole day. There's a wildfire on the coast.
The creative spirit works the same way.
The vessel that contains the fire of creation is you.
Will you warm a room with a portrait painted on the wall, or start a wildfire with a politically antagonistic punk rock band?
Sensationalism has its place. It helps inspire us to move, but does little to warm the heart.
I'm more a warm the heart to inspire you to move kind of artist.
A furnace with a thermostat versus a sensational burn the house down inferno stage show.
It helps to know your audience. How to best express your inspiration is found there.
A successful story told to an eight year old makes different sentences to be successful told to an eighty-eight year old.
Same with the notes of music, the brushstrokes of painting.
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The Sun's up now, Autumn's rustic gold; it burns or warms.
Temperance in fire and spirit determines the quality of creation.
Take a breath, Artist. Be careful how you spend your fire, but make certain you do. Hold a torch too long and you become the torch.
Find ways to create that fascinate and inspire you.
Work that craft until it becomes as simple as sending a text message to a friend.
Then, send your friend your loving inspiration.
Everyday.
Take care, spend your fire, share your spirit, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌙crescent_moon
Same Prompt 🤔: Create an image of a faerie wearing a beret, glasses, and an artist's smock painting a picture of the sunrise in Autumn standing in an enchanted forest in the style of a magical impressionist anime painting.
Thought You Could Use a Reminder
2025.11.03
Monday, November 03, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
All the care, compassion, and concern,
All the enthusiasm for a better world,
All the love in every prayer has to go somewhere.
Sentences work for me.
They're the only safe place my whole life long to hold what's most important to me, this metaphorical heart.
There's so much more to life than particles and the accumulation of things.
There's joy, there's compassion, there's beauty and love; the ocean is more than just atoms deep.
Life alive! Wonder!
A world imagined solely on numbers steals from the soul to pay the body.
Birds sing at dawn for very unscientific reasons, too.
There's a dream that is life, a world we share.
Beautiful melancholy this morning.
Perhaps that's you too, at times.
There's so much to life we rarely speak about. Those quiet moments alone with grand dreams we think no one will ever understand, but so many of us have.
I share them here.
You're not alone knowing the world is a better place than we show it is.
Our words are worth more than pixel bytes and swipeable binary lights.
Thought you could use a reminder.
Sun's up now.
Abe watches the yard for squirrels between daydreams and dog snores.
Hope today meets your expectations.
Hope you expect miracles.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍝spaghetti
Same Prompt 🤔: Create a hopeful image of a songbird singing at dawn in the style of a beautiful cathedral stained-glass window.
A Choreography of Sunshine
2025.11.02
Sunday, November 02, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Happy Fall back the clock. O/
It's 'Maybe I'll go back to sleep for a couple of hours early o'clock' here.
If you're wondering the time...
Now you know.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Or have some breakfast, call it a couple more hours for working time, and keep going.
So here we are a bowl of cereal and you.
How'd you do?
Found Wonderfell again so things must be all right in so many ways.
Glad you're here.
Almost sunrise.
And at a respectable time.
So many think Daylight Saving Time is just an hour more or less of sleep, but it's so much more.
Sunlight and shadows matter so much.
Ask a tree or an Artist. They know the value of the location of the light.
A conversation with friends at night under bright neons is a different conversation in candlelight.
Clouds set the human stage in unspoken ways.
We have the weather and the quality of light in common. Always.
Each shadow out your window was an hour sooner yesterday.
Shadows are an interesting event. We don't consider them enough.
A shadow is what is actually here. Everything we call reality is really just a consequence of the light.
Speaking of light, that brings us to color.
Color is an expression of the light.
But we'll talk more on that in Colore.
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A soft pastel sunrise this morning.
The sky's a murky serene shade of blue, of grey, of patches of white. Most of the foliage is amber, gold, and red; it crunches under every foot.
Some chimneys smoke, some oaks still have most their leaves.
Time measures seasons and men, weather and women.
Time is the measure of the consequences of light.
So I write the sunrise, keep a report.
Everything is light in a particular dance.
Even you are a choreography of sunshine, Sunshine.
Take care, enjoy the light, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎴flower_playing_cards
Same Prompt 🤔: Create an image of The Sun with a clock face at dawn over a New England landscape in Autumn in the style of a magical Art Nouveau Bauhaus painting.
Bored?
2025.11.01
Saturday, November 01, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
November, a new tag day.
How are you? O/
How's the view?
Daylight Saving Time tomorrow morning at 2am.
So, tomorrow at this time Dawn will be on.
It's about time. Literally.
These dark mornings are not for the birds.
Hope all's well with you.
On with our show...
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Hopefully the opening image raised some questions, has you wanting to read more.
That's the idea.
How much to release and when is still in the works.
At least one additional verse to the main storyline every Friday is the plan at this time.
Technically, Verse One, Part One is called, "The Opening Image."
A full scene is a complete story in and of itself.
So every story is actually a series of smaller stories called scenes linked together.
For a traditional story, the next step is to finish the Opening Scene.
So expect that next.
There's the part of developing the design to make it more Epic Friendly.
That will happen throughout every week.
It's new territory, a work in progress.
Hope you enjoy watching it unfold.
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Wonder Fell marches on... daily; the sunrise doesn't write itself.
Let's talk about a major concern, a word that doesn't mean what it seeks to express.
A word that's more a psychological illness than we admit: Bored.
The concept of boredom disgusts me.
Anytime I hear someone say they're 'bored' I hear an admittance of a lack of a good relationship of that person with their self.
"Why isn't anyone entertaining me?"
-Not a Typical Wonder Fell Reader
To say you're bored is to whine.
Cut it out, spend sometime alone, know yourself better.
The world isn't here to babysit you. Life is here to experience, create beautiful things and build relationships.
That means first and foremost with yourself.
Make yourself useful to your own enjoyment of life.
Being alone isn't lonely when you're doing what you love.
It's doing something you love.
The best people in life enjoy quiet moments alone often.
Be a best person.
Sit alone often. Do Nothing. Do Something. Just do it on purpose.
What do you enjoy?
Make a date with yourself everyday to do it.
Next time you say you're bored remember it's a cry from yourself to know yourself better, to love yourself better.
Take care, if you're bored you're not, you're neglecting caring for yourself. Cut it out. Be alone. Find out what you like to do, do it, don't ever be bored again; and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💇haircut
Same Prompt 🤔: Create an image of inquisitive songbirds wearing bowties and pajamas at night shining flashlights at the sky in the style of a magical anime expressionist illustration.
The Essence of Colore
2025.11.13
Thursday, November 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
What a difference each season makes, temperate, warm, mild, wild, or chill.
So much depends on sunlight, how often and when.
The quality of each sunrise is distinct based on the time of the year.
The time of the year is based on the relational point of view of the Sun.
How the Sun sees everything changes everything.
When the leaves feast in summer on light they stay beautiful belly-full green. The less light fed the more variety of color.
Interesting how more light makes human skin darker and oak leaves green.
Your skin color is just a record of how much time your ancestors spent in the Sun. Nothing more, nothing less.
Kings and tyrants used the beautiful distinction of color as a means to control populations.
Enter Racism... an ancient political convenience that's still quite inconvenient.
Ancestral dissonant rhythms keep it around.
Though it fades; it fades slow.
It's our stories. If we are ever to heal the scourge of racism we have to make new stories. Share them with our children, teach them right from wrong.
It helps to have a new language to discuss color to accomplish ending the blight.
Colore gives a new way to view color, and so a new way to discuss race.
It's literally my Hope that we do.
We're better than our current understanding of language allows.
If our words don't mean all they could, they don't mean all they should.
That's the essence of Colore, An American Epic.
A Nation whose foundation is on words, a written Constitution, cannot grow if its understanding of its language doesn't.
Life, Liberty, and Happiness mean different things, are a different experience, then they were two and a half centuries ago.
Sun's up. Light clouds give way to a sunny sky day. Over to the Epic for me.
Enjoy your sunshine, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.