2025.12
Morning journal entries from December 2025.
The Finest Magic in the Land
2025.12.15
Monday, December 15, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
All set.
Your day that is.
The finest magic in the Land was used while you slept to arrange an exceptional day for you.
"All set," chimes your alarm clock.
Or...
"Ring! Clang! Buzz! Bang! Time to get your expletive rear up and out of bed! There's work to be done!"
It's your sunrise, too. Frame it as you like.
Hint: The first way works when you expand your definition of magic.
Place laughter, joy, friendship, and goodwill in your cup called magic and go with the first choice.
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Sometimes sunrise starts like a blue-light night-light in a college dorm room.
Like this morning.
Philosophy, daydreams, to-dos; the power of story.
You.
Topics for discussion on Wonder Fell.
Discussion of the kind that happens in your head as you read.
My dreams and yours go out for a spin while you read here.
Thanks for the dance and the chance to say: O/
More than our understanding, more than the rhythm and cadence of words; something occurs while we read.
Einstein's notes read differently than Newton's for reasons more than Science can say.
We shy away from talking about spirit because we believe our instruments can't measure it.
But: O/
Thanks for reading.
As lovers of reading know, there's a whole lot more going on with reading than words can ever say.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ☄️comet
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an alarm clock wearing a bowtie on a table in an enchanted forest at sunrise in the style of a magical impressionist painting using a blue color palette.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Impressionists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Snow in the Dark
2025.12.14
Sunday, December 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
A good day for a good day.
A day with and worth many positive platitudes and cliches...
Time to rise and shine.
Get your game face on.
You got this.
On with our show...
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'Snow in the Dark,' a good title for a pop rock album or a beach read thriller.
Maybe an ironic name of the playlist you listen to while you tan at the beach reading.
You always were clever and ironic and iconic... at least in your dreams.
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Business in the air.
Though the words are of Hope, dreams and inspirations; though there's poetry and prose; this is my work, my business, my job.
Art is only a hobby if you don't share it.
That's my personal reason for thanking you so often for reading.
We craft things to better express and help ourselves.
We make Art to better express and help The World.
Your artistic creations give Life a new way to express itself. Thank you.
A new species of flower blooms from every new painting, poem, and song.
Why is a flower beautiful?
Someone should ask a poet.
Glad you asked.
Because even Mother Nature wants to be loved.
And Beauty incites Love.
What we recognize as Beautiful we love.
And we want what we love to know it is Beautiful.
Words, songs, brushstrokes, are all excellent ways to express to what we love their beauty.
This is not limited to only romantic relationships.
I find each sunrise beautiful, and so I write the sunrise; share words for the dawn.
Our understanding of Beauty is off, corroded by a century or two of quick fix imagery machines.
We confuse The Beautiful with the pretty and are left feeling empty.
Beauty incites love. Pretty pleases the eye.
A Beautiful object is always pleasing to all the senses.
But there's more.
There's more to Love than looking good.
What more?
That's up to you to express to what you find Beautiful.
Thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪭folding_hand_fan
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a flower in bloom in a snowstorm at night under the moon in the style of a magical Art Nouveau painting using pastel colors and bright lighting.
Images courtesy of Ms. Copilot (DALLE-3, MAI, and GPT-4o models respectively), Some Art Nouveau Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Gravity for Grooves
2025.12.13
Saturday, December 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The point is it's always new in being the same: The Sunrise.
Like marbles on a turntable with gravity for grooves, the planets roll round the Sun.
"God doesn't play dice."
- A Famous Scientist
"Marbles, perhaps?"
- O/
But Life is not a game, there's too much sense and too many unmeasurable reliable experiences for Life not to have a point and purpose.
Sometimes the sunrise brings philosophy.
Every time it brings a sense of the divine.
Today's brought something new: a feeling that perhaps I could just go back to sleep.
My love of writing, and my inability due to the exhaustion of fighting illness for so much of my life, developed this resolve in me to keep going; keep working at what I love.
I hope these words bring you some comfort and joy. They're hard earned.
Literal miracles, and humbly an unflinching resolve, makes them possible.
Here's a post that speaks directly on those personal circumstances if you're interested.
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Another verse of Colore posted last night.
The post schedule will change soon.
Right now it's akin to the days of pre-bingeable TV shows.
Once a week episodes are no longer a suitable rhythm.
I did, and do, consider daily Colore posts like with Wonder Fell.
I've kept from the reality of it due more to the ways of story than the ability to write it.
There's a certain amount of foresight required to write a story.
Now, you don't have to know every detail before you start, but you ought to have some major plot points worked out.
Like if you were about to tell The Tale of Little Red Riding Hood, you would first have to know the main parts of the story. After that it's just a matter of how well you shape the words to deliver the moral experience of The Tale.
Colore is not just one book; it's a series; they all coincide. (Like sometimes semi-colons do.)
The frequency of Colore posts picks up soon.
Thank you so much for reading.
As always, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🫖teapot
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of the Milky Way where the planets are like marbles rolling around the Sun on a turntable while Little Red Riding Hood watches smiling in the style of an abstract impressionist painting.
Archaic Slab
Write a Lion a Lullaby
2025.12.12
Friday, December 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
Let's talk about you.
Hello again, btw. O/
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In terms of writers, all artists actually, let's discuss what role the audience plays.
You do play a role in the creation of every work of art.
Didn't realize you were so important?
Now you know.
Every sentence made has an intended audience or it's just talking, writing, painting, playing music, to yourself.
Art is gift giving.
Every work of Art, story told, and song sung is an Ode to something.
A poet writing a poem about the sky is making a gift for the sky.
Just like getting a good friend a birthday present, the poet feeds the sky words to define the importance of their relationship.
Your audience doesn't have to be a person.
Paint a picture for the ocean, sing a song for a mountain, write a lion a lullaby.
Stories always deal with morality, and so go best created for people.
Though, Nature too has its own moral way.
Every story is about human morality.
It's what story is: An equation of morality.
Scientists and nerds, hello friends, look here. O/
Proof of the moral nature of Life is in the Scientifically provable ways of story.
If right and wrong didn't exist neither would the power of stories.
Plainly put: If you consider yourself an atheist and enjoy the experience of watching movies, you're not an atheist; you're a hypocrite.
Poets don't preach; we point out the unseen obvious.
Laughing, crying, cheering a hero on during a story is a recognition of the reality of morality.
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Sun's up; it never looks exactly the same.
It's nice to know the thing we all count on the most for likes to jazz it up everyday.
The Sun paints a new picture every dawn.
Thanks for reading, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌃night_with _stars
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a sleeping lion wearing a bowtie with a gift next to him outside at dawn in the style of a magical anime impressionist painting.
Archaic Slab is now ⬇️
Archaic Slab O/
"How About the Sunrise in a Blog?"
2025.12.11
Thursday, December 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A redesign to Wonder Fell with some more updates on the way.
Reader comfort and experience is always the purpose of every webpage design.
Hope you find the changes helpful.
There's so much content now.
Navigation is a priority.
You could always read the entries chronologically.
Bless you if you do.
Favorite Readers, I do tag each post.
There's a list of them on the main page.
Maybe you like when I discuss dreams.
Some social commentary is here, too.
Interesting what the internet makes possible for a journal.
To be able to so easily index one's thoughts allows for a new way to develop our thinking.
We see patterns better...
"Bring me the sunset in a cup." - Emily Dickinson
"How about the sunrise in a blog?" -Wynn
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Sun's up.
The sky is a pastel blue hue.
The navy colored horizon arches to powder blue in a good morning gradient light show.
Wind rolls through the evergreens, checks the oaks for any remaining leaves. Shakes them off. Each one floats a sway to land on the snow covered Earth.
The breeze makes a sledding party out of each landed leaf.
The World welcomes winter.
Snow is after all only a blanket of pregnant rain, a preparation for Spring.
Mother Nature prefers white fitted bedsheets.
Thank you for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🛹skateboard
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a teacup with the Sun rising from it on a desk in front of a laptop computer in the style of a magical Cubist fantasy painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Cubists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Text Lasts Forever
2025.12.10
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The early bird gets the worm; they're both still asleep.
Can we ever truly know someone with just words?
It's a central theme of Wonder Fell.
This Ghos+ business...
Without images, or breath, or touch shared, can we know each other?
There's around five hundred sunrises in a row recorded here so far.
All of them with my heart and dreams on my sleeve for you to know me.
How are we doing? O/
There's poetry and even an Epic in the works.
Wonder Fell is a reminder of the power and our responsibility for the written word.
The Internet and AI put us at risk of forgetting.
Our words are an extension of ourselves.
What we write online, or anywhere, shows the world who we are.
Use care how you treat someone in print because those words are forever.
A troll online in Summer is still the same troll in the Winter regardless how kind they are during the holidays.
Text lasts forever.
The written word has the quality of resurrection: Every time a word is read it comes back to life.
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Cool blue sunrise, houses glow in the light of a walk-in freezer.
Hope all's well.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎁gift
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of grumpy troll trapped in a prison that's shaped like a cellphone in the style of a pop art anime illustration.
A Better Use of Space
2025.12.09
Tuesday, December 09, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
With the arctic like temperature, Abe thought it a gentlemanly dog thing to do to bring her inside last night out of the cold.
All her squeakers are still intact; he still takes his time with her.
Proof chivalry isn't dead. It's just no longer gender, or species, specific.
How's the sunshine?
Still a half an hour or so till dawn here.
On with our show...
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Some of us dream quiet dreams of
Togetherness alone and loud.
Others dream with the volume up
Alone, the whole stage to themselves.
There's a feeling to dreaming well unlike any other.
It's like reading a wonderful book. You're at peace, but you're changed by it too.
There's still so much to say about spirit and what dreaming is all about.
They coincide.
Calling where dreams come from The Unconscious is like calling where planets and stars dwell 'Space.'
It's an admittance of ignorance.
Humanity is at a tipping point.
We're building machines better at Science than we'll ever be.
What comes next?
Dreams and the act of creation.
Artists unite! The world is soon, finally, all ours!
I use AI images on Wonder Fell to make a point on the limitations of AI. They're collaborative translations from software developers.
I also use them for the sake of time.
I will reach out to artists online soon and offer them free gallery space.
It's important we help each other out.
A few paintings, sketches, crafts, or sculptures a day from different artists is a better use of the space.
Sun's up.
Wonder what the Sun thinks of the arctic chill.
It can always feed the evergreens.
Thanks as always for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ⛲fountain
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a purple dragon wearing a bowtie squeaky toy sitting in an enchanted forest of evergreens at sunrise in winter in the style of a chibi anime impressionist painting.
Images courtesy of Ms. Copilot (DALLE-3 and MAI, respectively), Some Animators, a Few Impressionists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025.
Practical or Fantastical
2025.12.08
Monday, December 08, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dreams, how are yours?
Inspirational, practical, and wonderful is my hope for you.
During the end of the year, when the Sun rises later on the clock, I write these posts in pre-dawn dark.
Speaking of wonder... I wonder how the seasons effect our writing, influence our words.
Years from now this journal will show clear evidence of the influence of the seasons on a writer's voice.
The feel of each morning is put here as clearly, comfortably, and honestly as possible.
The effectiveness of writing is directly proportional to the clarity and sincerity of the writer.
But how does one honestly write fiction?
Isn't a fictional tale by its very nature make-believe?
It comes down to dreams.
The more clearly we project our imagination onto a page in words, the more successful the piece of writing is.
This goes for all works of Art.
And Life.
The conveyance of dreams is what we're made to do.
Dreamers sharing dreams with other dreamers sharing dreams is what Life is all about.
What are you doing today?
As you answer that question your mind is full of your dreams of the day ahead.
Practical or fantastical a dream is a dream fashioned to and by the dreamer.
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A pink grapefruit sunrise to replace lullabies.
Time to live your dreams.
Take care, live your dreams on purpose, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪂parachute
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of the silhouette of trees in winter at sunrise in New England in the style of an Abstract Expressionist painting using a pink color palette.
