2026.02
Morning journal posts from February 2026.
A New Stew
How's it taste? What's the texture? What flavor is today's sunrise?
Saturday, February 28, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
What does today want to say?
That's the first thought after the date and first line every morning.
Like The World spins around for the same reason a cook stirs the stew, everyday the ingredients of Life come together to make it new.
Everyday is a new stew of light.
How's it taste? What's the texture? What flavor is today's sunrise?
Really.
Because they're all different.
The stories we choose to ingest and share determine our experience.
So what are you reading, what are you listening to? How do you take your light?
Do you share it well? Does it support your idea of a good Life?
The stories available to us in our thoughts exemplify what we allow to be possible in our lives.
I was going to go into the ridiculous topic of the rift between Science and Religion, but dawn showed a new light and earned my attention.
Stories and their ways rule The World. The way of Story is The Divine Algorithm of Life. Science and all other Faiths are under its umbrella.
Many mornings want to discuss it.
This morning wants to relax and enjoy the view of a new day.
As always, thanks for reading, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍯honey_pot
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On Words and Birds
If birds don't interest you in the slightest, please charter a rocketship and go destroy some other planet.
Friday, February 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Context.
Do the words you say mean what the words you mean say?
Are you understood?
Hello again, btw. O/
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There's one rule when it comes to writing and speaking and that is: To be clear.
A focus on clarity of expression in Art and Life is the best gauge of success in communication.
We have a sentiment, the reaction causes a dream, we shape the dream with words to form an idea, we share our idea with our body to give The World.
Basic Being Human 101.
The point in the process where dreams get words to become thoughts is the focus and livelihood of Poets.
The success of Poetry is foundational to the success of humanity.
Imagine a World without language and then agree with me.
It's why Poets often get the reputation of being lost in daydreams; we're at work. We're circumspecting the dreams themselves to see what words serve them best.
Most people have word choice on a kind of auto-pilot. This is a good thing.
Most of the time.
There are aspects to your Life you wish to change. There's only one way to do that: Use new language.
Every word is a storehouse of potential experience.
If your words aren't meaning all they could, they're not meaning all they should.
Check your words; change your life.
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Not a change of subject, a reminder this is a morning journal... The songbirds arrived! The first true sign of Spring in the air this morning.
Birds will always be the most accurate meteorologists and calendars. They're survival depends on it.
This morning, days after a blizzard, the arrival of songbirds to signal Spring. Time to start the green grow show.
If birds don't interest you in the slightest, please charter a rocketship and go destroy some other planet.
Surely, you must at least think an eagle in flight is worth some consideration.
Songbirds at sunrise! Spring!
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪄magic_wand
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink drawing of songbirds in a tree at sunrise.
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You See You
When we discover how The World works, we discover how we work.
Thursday, February 26, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Nice day. Glad you're here.
How's your World view? Tried and true? Green, Brown, and Blue?
We do our best to live in this place, get our acts together, call it The Human Race. But it's really just a bunch of stories to help us survive the weather.
When we discover how The World works, we discover how we work.
That's where to find the compassion in Science.
Life is a mirror; consider the reflection.
The World mirrors back You in everything you sense.
Even every scientific theory reads differently to every pair of eyes.
What do you see when you see The World?
I know.
You see You.
So I write and witness the sunrise. Everyday something so reliable is something so Beautiful.
Though our rulers can't measure why... there's always hope in our celestial star.
If your life seems to lack some luster, if you're feeling down-trodden or off, set your alarm clock a little early for a couple of days and watch the first rays of dawn.
The World is your mirror remember and there in the sky is a shining star making everything possible and making it Beautiful.
Everyday.
Take care, thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 😹joy_cat
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For a Checklist Some Other Day
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Daylight expands as Spring draws near. The lights are on longer in our house called The Earth.
How's Life? How's your vibe?
Getting it done? Having some fun?
Both and at the same time is my hope for you.
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Transition Day, change in the air.
Business practical thoughts best suited for a checklist rather than a journal want words this morning.
For years there was a clever quote:
"The only thing a checklist ever makes is another checklist."
- O/
But checklists are helpful.
It comes down to the power of writing.
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Writing something down is a great way to start or continue making a dream come true.
Even if that dream is Do the Laundry.
Really. In the realm of Checklists there's no difference between Go Grocery Shopping and Live My Best Life.
Checklists don't discriminate.
The modern day checklist is a poetic form.
If you ever wondered about what all the fuss was about with metric verse and the shape of poems, consider the form and power of the modern checklist.
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People in casual pointed conversations back in Shakespeare's day used an iambic pentameter way of speech to express themselves.
Today we're more trochaic in our everyday speech. I blame coffee and Tyger, Tyger get-it-done, interactions for the change.
The emphasis of each beat in every pop song, rap song, poem, and everyday conversation sets the mood of the presentation.
In language and life lyricism matters.
The difference between a Writer and a Poet is a Poet considers the sound and shape of the syntax as a means of communication.
I wish more writers were of aware of it.
Musicians know when you want to express action you go staccato. You. Get. It. Done.
The best novelist's longest sentences are for a character's introspection. Their shortest conduct action, often in a trochaic fashion.
Perhaps I'll write a short guide on the use of metrics in modern day text.
Something for a Checklist some other day.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📖book
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I'm Concerned About You
Why put the rose out of its misery when just a little care, water, and sunlight can bring its rapture?
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Post-blizzard blues got you forgetting your shoes and looking for your boots?
Enjoy the easy illumination the reflection of snow brings to The World and brighten up your attitude.
Glad you're here.
Though it's never been said before, I know you'll find it true when you look; every cloud looks like a flying snowbank in flight.
If you think real hard about it, maybe flex your Science muscles some too, you'll understand: That's exactly what a cloud is.
New ways of looking, listening, and sensing The World... an Artist's cup of tea.
There's a potted rose by where I write. Not so long ago it wasn't doing so well. Most would have given up on it and tossed it away.
But I remember something so many seem to forget: Every flower, tree, and every thing alive, wants to grow... wants Life alive!
Why put the rose out of its misery when just a little care, water, and sunlight can bring its rapture?
Life wants living. How we sometimes forget...
Don't you ever wonder why a seed wants to grow? Why that dream you've had since you were young still wants to be true?
They're both within each seed, sapling, and person, for the same reason: To give substance to a dream.
I'm concerned about you. Concerned you'll let dry felt obligations drown out what's truly remarkable about you.
All the noble, wonderous, life-affirming dreams you have... please do yourself and The World justice and see to it you make at least a few real.
Be your best dream of yourself everyday.
Build your best dreams the best you can with what you have to work with everyday.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🧑⚕️health_worker
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Why I Went Ghost
2026.02.23 It's a back to basics exercise... a modern day Walden, of sorts.
Monday, February 23, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
March's 'in like a lion' is about a week early. Snow, wind, blizzard-like environment for some of the Eastern United States.
Winter waves hello to Spring with post game party highlight reels.
Hope your weather is well... at least worth a poetic description or two.
Every morning for about a year and a half, I wrote down the sunrise at sunrise.
It's a back to basics exercise... a modern day Walden, of sorts.
Why I went Ghost... to remember with all this social media madness, all this distorted News, what living deliberately is all about.
Waking up to do the work you love is the best reason to wake up at all.
No alarm clock needed.
Sounds ideal to most, but after fighting for remission and winning, then beating Death and learning to walk again, I believe ideal sounds fair to me.
Do you give yourself enough credit?
You should; you've been through a lot.
There's this helpful habit called shaking it off I picked up a longtime ago.
The only issue with using it often is not giving yourself enough recognition for your accomplishments.
So I'm doing that this morning.
- Chronic auto-immune illness that took over a decade and a half of a healthy adult-life from me: Beat into remission. Check.
- SUV at over fifty mph that broke a double yellow and landed in my lap in my driver's seat flat-lining me dead, snapping my left leg in two, and damaging multiple nerves on my left-side: All healed and walking again. Check.
- Dream to share words of hope to help the World and my Country as often as I can that I've had for decades: O/ Check.
Give yourself some credit and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎓mortar_board
AI and The Arts
2026.02.22 Mona Lisa paints Leonardo every time she's seen.
Sunday, February 22, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder...fell Way.
Early as these things go. More snow on the way. Phone screens talk about the weather. The calendar just turned to tomorrow in California. Welcome to Today, West Coast. O/
Time, Weather, Art, Music, the power of language, what dreams are for, the necessity of morality in stories, the Faith of Scientists, Peace, Love and the positive growth for us all AI makes possible: Some topics of this journal.
Thanks for reading.
On the topic of AI and The Arts... Artists, Musicians, and Writers, here's how AI is good.
We return to value Art because making it is what makes us human.
The sound and experience of a person in any room with you playing a violin can never be replaced by any speaker. Every note, word wrote, and brushstroke of every hand is an extension of the Artist.
Your whole life story is in every word you share. That's the Ghos+ Point discussed on this site.
What we create is an extension and reflection of ourselves.
Mona Lisa paints Leonardo every time she's seen.
Writers refer to the experience as: Our Writing Voice.
I refer to it as: O/
Who's waving to you?
What's your experience of me?
The circle-slash is my profile pic for a reason. It's how you view me through my words, through these symbols.
We do this with all we create.
Every note, brushstroke, and word shows The World who we are.
AI is a translation, a collaborative one, of what you wish to express.
Relying on AI to express anything for you is like having a translator follow you around a foreign Country that speaks an unfamiliar language. It's at least a step removed. And like that game of telephone... is your message, and meaning, being truly received?
The translator is helpful only until you learn the language and can clearly communicate your Self.
View The Arts as a foreign language. AI can help you learn to speak and communicate Artistically, but never wholly. AI is always a step away. AI is always second hand News.
Art must be an experience shared directly by one individual through the medium of their choice.
If someone or thing is telling The World what you mean, then you're not showing Life you... only another's interpretation.
Trusting AI to make Life decisions for you means surrendering your Life to Committee Rule.
We let a select view of the history of certain information dictate how we live if we give all our decisions to the collaborative translations of AI software.
Consider AI advice only, think for yourself, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🐘elephant
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of The Mona Lisa with a paintbrush in her mouth.
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On Irony
2026.02.21 The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long. The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder...fell Way.
When tomorrow becomes today and starts to play anew, again, anew.
What's new?
Winter waves goodbye with a snowfall or two. The view out every window is a Baker's display, icing on every tree and fencepost.
Dawn. Lights on. Snow sugar crystals shine back the sunrise.
It's not optimism; it's observation.
The certain ways of poets and artists of seeing The World have laid quiet for so long.
The consequences of which are our nightly News.
Comedians do their best to lighten up the language of what's going on.
But it's not enough.
There's more to funny than being funny.
There's laughter funny and there's remarkable curious funny.
The latter is in the realm of Wonder.
O/
Irony is the realm of poets.
What's ironic can be worth laughing about, so poets and comedians get along well as a rule.
Irony is the display of the power of language. That words have to have agreed upon definitions to be of any value, yet they can mean something more, or something else, is the ultimate act of irony.
We grow; we evolve and so does our language. That we depend so much on something for our survival that is transitory by design is irony manifest.
Academic words at dawn... the sunrise loves to shine on cake frosted trees.
I'd rather write about deserts than the function of Irony, but my craft is an endangered species due to the misunderstanding of its necessity.
Every single word hopes to mean more.
Did you know?
Love is always looking for definition.
That one you're familiar with.
But all language is like that; it grows with the times.
Even Scientific theories adapt and grow.
Newton lives in a new town since Einstein came around. New words gave new definitions to old words and changed his zip code.
The work of poets. What both Newton and Einstein did was to use the language of Science to commit acts of Poetry. E = mc2 is using old words to shape and share a new dream. Also known as: Poetry.
The practical use of poetry is easy to see in a word like Freedom.
Our agreed upon definition needs an update.
At least a reminder.
Going to enjoy the view.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ❄️snowflake
Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person looking out a window at sunrise watching the snowfall while holding a cupcake.
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