2026.02
Morning journal posts from February 2026.
My Business
Joy forever, what sets you free, and what conquers all. Otherwise known as: My business.
Friday, February 20, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Beauty, Truth, and Love.
Joy forever, what sets you free, and what conquers all.
Otherwise known as: My business.
The work and responsibilities of The Poet.
Keats wrapped (rapped, too) Beauty and Truth into the same definition.
Beauty, though, is the measure of a successful expression of Truth.
Truth is the way of The World.
Every seed has a best bloom within, every person a best life.
The closer we are in accordance to living our best life, blooming our best bloom, the greater our level of Beauty.
There's a dream within all living things that wants expression. It's called Life. And like an Artist, the better that dream is shaped and shown the more Beautiful the work appears.
The more clearly expressed the dream; the more beautiful the work of Art.
The clearer our expression of The Dream of Life; the more Beautiful our Life is.
The World, too, expresses The Dream of Life. Science measures Earth's consistent attempts with numbers and figures, only repeatable because The World keeps working in a certain way.
You lift your phone and touch the screen to view it in a certain way that works for you, but there are many other ways to accomplish the same thing.
The same with choices The Earth makes. She does the ways She knows work best.
We could learn a lot from The Earth... how to better our lives. She's been at this Life thing a long time.
Science is Faith in Earth's consistency.
Good old, older than old itself, Mother Earth.
Ways of thinking that show up more in Colore further down the story's road.
Thanks for reading and wondering. Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Happy day, On the Way
How do we know sometimes?
Thursday, February 19, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A healthy way to start your day.
Glad you agree. O/
Happy day, on the way.
How do we know sometimes?
It's a question I often ask each morning. All the sunrises in this contained environment, hundreds of them, what remarkable do they have in common?
Every sunrise brings a new experience.
Celestial fire never casts the exact same ray.
The Sun is a consistent agent for what's new.
Today our star is pouring happy in my neck of the woods.
I hope similar light finds you in a similar way to receive it.
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Speaking of Hope... I've got the structure to Colore just about finished. Assembling New-New Hampshire, cleaning, and redesigning Wonder Fell took precedence.
In big literary circle language, a story (especially an Epic) has to be cathartic as well as didactic.
In more humane language, an Epic has to make you feel something and teach or remind you that you know something.
Shakespeare and The Ancient Greeks did it best. Aesop and The Brothers Grimm weren't too shabby at it either.
It's been a long time since humanity had any new tales that dealt with morality directly.
The result of which is the state of our current American News Media.
We can only ever be as good as our stories allow.
Time for some new stories to help heal our News stories.
Take care, enjoy your particular sunshine, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of The Smiling Sun rising over a woody landscape.
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Making Art is a Physical Exercise
Artists of all endeavors, it's not a block or a lack of anything to say... it's an abundance.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sun's up, prophetic dreams, a long sleep.
Glad you're here. O/
There's much to share, where to begin? How to prioritize?
The real questions we often call writer's block.
Artists of all endeavors, it's not a block or a lack of anything to say... it's an abundance.
You simply have so much you want to say and share. The feeling isn't a block. It's a question of where to begin.
It's the reason for my tagline at the beginning of each entry.
It takes the guesswork out; it's a round of warm-up catch before the game.
Seeing as it's first thing in the morning, stretching these writer muscles is a good idea.
It's routine; it's ceremony.
Perhaps if you often find yourself in what's called a creative block you might try it out.
Develop your own ritual of sorts, your own pre-game warm-up.
Making Art is a physical exercise, after all.
Lean on what you love.
When I'm stuck with over-abundance, I write about writing. Eventually the focus on the physical act I'm doing leads to more topics for description.
Like how I began this entry with the phrase: 'prophetic dreams.'
Something my imagination faculties weren't 'warmed-up' enough to write about yet.
But here we are.
Sometimes the dreams while we sleep sew tapestries so clear of incongruous moments of our lives. A childhood friend shows decades later in a meaningful situation.
Dreams are evidence that there is an experience of existing outside of time.
See, my poetical waking self wanted to write that, but my poetic muscles weren't warmed-up enough yet to do so.
Start writing, doodling, smearing paint Artists! Remember you love this stuff.
Good ideas, brilliant imaginings, will show... but only by working.
Remember daydreaming is part of the job; it's shopping for supplies.
Take time to wander so you can work and have a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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More Than the Sound and the Spelling
There's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
Monday, February 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Made it. O/
Good show, how'd your dreams go?
Sunrise inches closer to an acceptable hour, hints at Spring.
A good feel in the air today, vibes vibing right, such a delight, set to do the day right.
A rhyme always has a sense of joy and self-awareness in it.
Every rhyme reminds it's true,
Someone writes these words for you.
See, as long as you can read, you're never alone.
Glad you're here.
...
Poetry verse went free and left you and me with guitar chords and drum machines, bass lines to pass our lyrics to.
But there's a music that transcends hip-hop, rock and roll, even jazz.
It's the sound of each sentence in your head as you read.
Are we in tune yet? O/
This head voice, where dreams go to search for words, is what writers share on every page and screen.
It's also the place that separates people from animals. You can craft your dreams into words.
Language is our shareable inheritance from the story called humanity.
Every word is like a story told around a campfire to our children to keep the ways of our race going.
When a mother points at a chair and says the world aloud, 'chair, chair' to her baby to teach them, that child receives more than just the sound and the spelling. They inherit their mother's whole understanding of the story of that word.
A mother that's a painter has a much different read on the story of a chair than a mother that's a carpenter.
When you speak and write, every story of every word you've ever processed goes into every sentence you share.
It has to. It's what language is for: to share this dream called humanity.
The understanding of the stories we share determines the quality of our relationships.
My work, the work of a poet, is to craft each line with these stories in mind to offer new ways to understand your catalog of words.
Poetry expands the possibilities of language and so... the possibilities of humanity.
You can only ever be as good as the understanding you have of the words you choose.
Consider your stories of what's important to you in your life. Do they serve your dream of a good life?
If not rewrite them, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person sitting by a window at sunrise writing while daydreaming.
The Sun Knows
Mother Nature powers up her cellphone everyday and calls it dawn.
Sunday, February 15, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
There's always something new.
Every sunrise shows a sequence of light different from the day before.
Thinking on what's been gained waking up to record each dawn.
For almost two years what the sunrise brings, the wonder of each, is recorded here.
With all the flash and volume of The World as bright and loud as it's been, I thought the ways and rhythms of how a poet views life could be medicinal.
A guy caught in the act of doing what he loves every morning, first thing, under the spectacle called sunrise, ought to be educational to everyone.
At the very least, a reminder of The Greatest Light Show on Earth, The Illumination that makes The World possible: The Sunrise.
Mother Nature powers up her cellphone everyday and calls it dawn.
We wake and stretch into this Celestial Software called A Day.
If you feel your life lacks inspiration and wonder, there's an easy fix.
Get up, sit alone, and watch The Sunrise.
As color and warmth return to all things remember it doesn't have to be this way. Wonder why it is, why it keeps going, what opportunities it allows for you.
All of humanity's greatest inventions mirror Mother Nature and the ways of The Universe.
A rock rolls... we make a wheel.
So what's up with the picture world of colors on your phone screen?
The Sun knows.
A rock rolls to make a wheel possible.
The Sun shines to make The Internet,
To light up every screen.
Day and Night make the original binary light.
A Big Bang? More like pressing the power button on.
Thanks for sharing another sunrise with me, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of The Sun typing on a laptop.
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The Dream of a Flower
It's how we know The World is alive.
Saturday, February 14, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're back. O/
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
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Another Wow morning, so much to write.
Pick a topic and go, Poet.
There's Love; the holiday matches.
It starts with a dream. When dreams meet to further each dream by working together... that's Love.
The experience is best displayed through romantic partners, but can be easily seen in other relationships too.
It's how we know The World is alive.
Every gardener knows the best way to care for each plant and bloom is to devote their attention to helping every seed grow.
Every seed in every garden wants to grow, every gardener wants them to as well.
When we dedicate our time to helping the dream of a flower to bloom... that's an act of Love.
Any act that helps another living thing fulfill its dream of a good life is Love in action.
Every seed dreams its flower; every gardener too.
Lovers in love share the best dreams of Life for each other.
And help those dreams grow.
What about your work? Do you love it?
What's the goal of all your labor?
What does a job well done look like completed?
Help your work reach its aim... that's an act of Love.
And a Life well-lived.
Take care, help something (yourself perhaps) fulfill its dream of a good life, call it Love, and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a gardener watering a flower garden at sunrise.
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A Little Wonder with Your Breakfast
It's how poets think; it's what's lacking.
Thursday, February 12, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder falls every morning on Wonder Fell.
Literally. O/
Welcome to the show.
A little wonder with your breakfast.
It's how poets think; it's what's lacking.
"Why every morning? Why so many, so much, so often these words of wonder, Wynn?"
-Interesting (and wordy) Reader
Like a doctor prescribes extra Vitamin D to help with your deficiency, so the prolific words of Wonder Fell roll on.
Thanks for reading.
How's your sense of Wonder?
The healthiest people have the healthiest senses of Wonder.
So how's yours?
All you got to do is look up and ask the sky why to find out.
Awe with a solemn gratitude for being alive returns for an answer when your sense of wonder is healthy.
"What about you, Wynn? How's your sense of Wonder today?"
-Compassionate Reader
Alive and well, thank you very much.
Wondering about Wonder Fell itself.
The shape and sustainability of it.
It's my morning journal, so I will continue it everyday for as long as I can. But... publish it?
So long as it keeps helping: Yes.
You see all Art is an act of generosity, a free giving.
There's something an artist notices, some dream so wonderful they want to share.
They pick a craft and steer the ways of that vessel with pens, keyboard keys, paint, and musical scores; until their wonderful dream is felt fully shared.
My journal will always be full of words and ways to share my greatest dreams. The world could use some help remembering what Life is truly about: Dreams and doing dreams to make Life a more enjoyable and sustainable experience.
Colore continues and will have a significant steady place here again soon enough.
It's not just a novel; it's an Epic Poem.
So I work on the structure and presentation.
Poets differ from other writers in how we use the printed word. Geometry is also a poet's consideration... as is lyric and meter.
Colore can be worth so much; I just want to get it right.
And so I write.
Thanks again for reading, check the sky, check your wonder, and share it.
And make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person on a boat on a lake at sunrise.
We Don't Talk Much About It Anymore
2026.02.11 The feeling has lived so long in the shadows it feels like a sixth sense.
Wednesday, February 11, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
Sometimes you just know a thing. You feel it; you sense it.
Not in some New Age hippie woah man that's far-out way, but you feel it.
When we're honest with ourselves we find we have this knowing all the time.
We don't talk much about it anymore.
It's not easily, if at all, enumerated.
The feeling has lived so long in the shadows it feels like a sixth sense.
It's called Morality.
There's evidence everywhere we don't talk about and so don't value enough anymore.
Science tries to define it with Psychology and Sociology; they're theories at best.
Morality is an active force in the world, a rhythm section for Life.
Evidence is easy Scientists: it's why stories work.
Would you believe someone from a different Country and Culture speaking a different language laughs and cries at the same times in the same movies as you?
You don't have to believe it; you know they do.
Ever wonder how that's possible?
What force makes stories work?
Morality.
You know when every hero wins, so you know how to lead a Good (Capital G) Life.
The genres of stories you most prefer tells you what fascinates you about being alive.
Science Fiction: You value ingenuity, teamwork, and what ingenuity can make with its hands.
YA Romance: Possibilities... of Magic, of Love.
Literary Fiction: The value of introspection. How it assists living a life well lived.
Poetry: The power of language itself.
And so many more.
What types of stories do you most enjoy? It's where your fascination is. It's also where your best life lived is...
Serving and sharing the themes of your favorite stories.
We can also tell what a society is lacking by the stories it devours.
The surge in YA Romance novels over the past decade or so shows a shift on how we think about Love.
We value women more. It's about time.
When we value women's voice in relationships more the effect is almost supernatural.
The limits of what Love can do lift.
The possibilities feel endless and magical.
Enter the shelves full of were-vamp-wizard-King Love novellas from so many young women lately.
Snow last night, the kind that covers branches. Every oak and elm is a pastry topped with icing from a skilled baker.
If you eat cake because you love frosting, it's a good morning to view the trees.
Maybe add a little more sweetener to your coffee or tea while you're at it today.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of a person eating a cake outside in winter watching the sunrise after a snow storm.
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