Beauty
A Poet's thoughts on Capital B, Beauty. (also known as 'My Job.')
Another Kind of Music
2025.06.30
Monday, June 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Glad you're back.
Hope your day is going well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Another morning with Dapper Abe and +he Ghos+.
Talk to the wall and take notes... sometimes the work feels that way.
But it's not a wall; it's this dream you're shaping.
When you can get it to look a certain way, sound a certain way, make a certain rhythm in a reader's mind, you can call it a job well done.
It's music; a writer's voice sings each sentence with the intonation of spirit.
You hear me while you read.
Only a strange idea until it's beautiful.
There's a another kind of music notes never know.
It sounds in your head as you read, as you remember that song you haven't thought of in years, or read your favorite writer.
I wonder how this sounds to you: O/
A circle. A slash. A wave.
Hopefully it's an, "Oh good, there's Wynn waving to us. It's not a party till he shows up... a Let's get this party started type wave.
Or just a signal that someone living and breathing like you puts down their words for you to remind you that you're not alone in life or in dreams.
We share the space.
We bring up dreams and science rolls its incompetent eyes.
I measure my dreams and call the measure my words.
You're reading some now.
Spirit is the texture of the music in your mind as you dream, as you read.
And spirit, that driving force of creation, moves us forward, dances so we may dance our dreams.
There's nothing esoteric here, just new words for ancient knowings.
You gotta dream it before you can do it.
Every brilliant mathematical theorem shown to every class begins with the professor's dream to pick up the chalk and write it on the blackboard.
A dream is always a necessity.
Take care of yours, make them beautiful before you start to make them, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
For a Sunrise Through Evergreens
2025.05.26
Monday, May 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Made it. O/
Welcome Back.
Good to see you in a ghostly way.
Hope all is well.
There's light enough, and a place to read these words, so something somewhere somehow is working for you, something is worth being grateful for.
Thanks for reading.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Sometimes you just feel good.
Sometimes you just feel good when the whole world tells you that you shouldn't.
Something was dragging you down.
Something that ought to lift you up.
Now it's gone.
How could anyone possibly understand?
Explaining it to anyone would sound to them like you're just covering up how you truly feel. You'd, because you're a good person, feel bad for letting down their expectation that you should feel bad.
Best to just keep your relief to yourself, give them an "I'm all right. I'm at peace with it. I'm moving on. Thanks for caring about me." And move on.
Situations are like clothes, no matter how good they look on the rack, they don't always look good on you.
They don't feel right, don't reflect who you know you are, who you want to show the world when you show you.
Change your outfit, change your circumstances.
Your environment is the wardrobe of your day.
Wear it well or get some new clothes.
Fashion is how we dress our day and not ourselves.
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Funny the thoughts a morning brings. Different everyday.
This journal is eclectic because each day plays a different soundtrack.
Fashion? Really? Flannel, jeans, and boots for this New England poet.
We dress our lives when we dress ourselves.
If I lived in New York City not New Hampshire, I'd dress to be comfortable to go buy a coffee at a cafe.
Sneakers for an urban jungle,
Boots for a sunrise through evergreens.
Take care, dress your part then do your part and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Politics of Roses
2025.05.17
Saturday, May 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sweet songbirds of Spring.
Hello. O/
Quite a reception of chirps and tweets and whistles this morning.
Maybe a choir woke you up today, too.
I hope you noticed.
Welcome back.
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
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Peace on the mind again.
The fight we sometimes call Life doesn't feel like one.
Like a silent victory happened while you slept.
Good morning... peace.
What to write on? What to say?
When The World works with you, what do you say?
O/
That works for me.
Hope The World reflects the same for you, too.
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Coffee or tea, you and me, words to give sound to a sunrise.
That's what songbirds are for, to give each sunrise a new voice, to tell us what day it is, a daily planner page for Mother Nature.
Flowers and daydreams feed the same natural necessity.
Each rose, daffodil, and chrysanthemum holds its own fantasy, tells its own tale with every colored petal.
Have you noticed as much?
Nature wastes nothing, even Science says so.
So what's the use of the beauty of flowers?
Surely one color blossom is enough to feed any kind of bee.
Why the Crayola box of blooms Mother Nature?
Why the fashion show?
Color means so much more than we know, allow ourselves to see.
Not politically, racially, culturally: Naturally.
Life wants expression.
Our eyes are spectral crystals of blues and browns and greens.
Our skin the color of the dirt that best served the intensity of the sunlight of where our ancestors were born.
We look for differences to categorize when we should see reason to celebrate.
There's a reason a rose is yellow, is white, is red.
There's a reason for your skin more than the flesh can say.
A politics of roses is as absurd as the politics of pigmentation in our Nation.
There's a reason your skin is that shade, and Nature, and I, and roses know it.
It's as simple as simply Life celebrating living.
Vibrance is the language of flowers.
Color in the world is The World's creative expression of the dream called Life.
Color is The Dance of Creation.
I hope you're brave enough to see it.
A box of black and white and gray crayons makes possible only contour prisons for shades of dark and light.
Open your camera app, set the default filter to B+W, shoot the world on your phone screen.
Watch so much nightly news on the same screen and the pictures both look that way for the same reason.
Left aisle, Right aisle; Black and White, Either/Or existences show up there.
While the whole World dances in Color.
Shame on us for limiting our experiences of what's beautiful about us.
If every songbird wore the same color, and sang the same song, I'd go back to bed.
A lifetime listening tells me if that were the case, the birds wouldn't even bother to wake up.
There's wisdom in beauty, divinity in variety, take care, maybe notice it, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Beauty, What?
2025.05.10
Saturday, May 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Yo.
How ya been?
Doin' your thing?
Got your game face on?
Feelin' strong?
Good to be in your Imagination again.
You're a better host than you know.
All set? Ready?
Good.
On with our show...
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I'd shouty cap those two words if aesthetics didn't matter.
They do.
Perhaps the importance of Beauty is the topic in transit today...
Beauty is a touchy subject so seemingly subjective; I disagree.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Unless you ask certain sunrises and The Sistine Chapel Ceiling.
Unless you ask certain songs and some slow clear moonlight off some soft certain lakes.
Beauty is verifiable by experience.
Sure all things beautiful speak differently to different eyes, but they do always speak beautifully.
What makes a thing Beautiful?
Where is the commonality in Beauty?
These questions are the work of The Poet.
And so sorely, in this Age of AI, in need of answers, at least a common consistent discussion.
O/
The experience of The Beautiful lies in the realm of Spirit.
Spirit is not subjective, it is the subject.
What makes the images and words in your mind as you read these words, your ghost as this journal refers to it, is responsible for your acknowledgement of what is Beautiful.
It's reflection.
A Beautiful thing's reflection best reflects the Nature of The Spirit of Life we all share.
The Spirit makes The Flesh and a thing of Beauty gives an honest account of Our Shared Spirit.
The body that makes manifest an excellent representative of The Spirit makes something Beautiful.
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Deep end of +he Ghos+ Pool this morning with flood warning notifications lighting up my phone screen.
Robins seek refuge on the light fixtures under the storm gutters on the house.
Pause. Shake Feathers. Tilt their heads. Shake. Fly off and back again.
Persistent hard rain flight delays.
Take care, consider The Beautiful in your Life and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Beautiful
2025.05.04
Sunday, May 4, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder Fell: A place for dreams and doing dreams.
Like your life.
O/ Hello.
National Epic Pun Day: May the Fourth be with you as you read.
Let's go.
On with our show...
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Something Beautiful; what's up with that?
Beauty, one of the most misunderstood and most vital things to understand if we wish to live well.
Every billionaire is broke without a sense for The Beautiful.
A life is just a heart-start to a flatline without a sense for The Beautiful, and so it's no life at all.
You're just a heartbeat in stuff gathering stuff to stuff in heart-beating stuff without a sense for The Beautiful.
A new light in our house of dreams is what Beauty brings.
Some relationship of stuff begs for a fantastical definition.
Just what is that stuff doing with that stuff and why does it feed on and need my dreams?
What's Beautiful about us demands dreams the way our hearts demand food and water and shelter.
The last three make the billionaire fat and empty without the first.
Life is an exercise in dreams and doing dreams. Everything else we do, we do to make it possible.
We keep our cellphones charged to enjoy and share our dreams on screens.
We keep our bodies fed to enjoy and share our dreams with each other and The World.
Beauty feeds our dreaming self to keep us nourished enough to make worthy dreams.
A malnourished person isn't going to run a marathon.
A dream starved person isn't going to write a book, paint a picture, laugh with a child, laugh like a child, enjoy life at all.
A life in denial of the necessity of Beauty is a life spent gorging on ways to keep your cellphone battery charged.
It is a waste of time if you never use the phone.
Take care, daydream, use your phone, keep your battery well charged with food and exercise, dream something new to do with what you have, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Certain Way
2025.02.07
February 07, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Welcome back.
How was the ride?
Sleep sound?
Dreams ready?
All systems go?
Away we go.
This way we go...
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The aesthetic changed, with so many entries easier navigation is helpful.
The change allows for a few new choices.
Hope you like it. I’m glad to see it, perhaps you are too.
Good.
On with the show...
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A lot on dreams this month. But what follows a dream?
What’s Beautiful.
Our understanding of Beauty is off. We tend to think in cosmetics when we ought to think in start of the Universe ways of the World themes.
Everything, Life Herself, moves in a certain way. The truer we step our dreams to Her song the more beautiful our days become.
You don’t have to create a great piece of art to accomplish making something beautiful. Just have a good day.
Have a dream. Work to see it done in accordance with the ways of Life.
Do that. That’s a beautiful day. It gets us to define what right living means to us. Something so sorely lacking from so many lives.
The truth of which shows in Daily and Nightly News shows.
Ancient Greek life had something called Virtue. What moral ideas and ideals run the world?
We all know in every story when the hero wins.
What’s up with that?
Mugging an old lady isn’t right. Helping her to cross the street is.
What’s up with that?
Bullying isn’t right. Compassion and understanding are.
What’s up with that?
They’re questions of virtue. And proof virtue exists.
There is a certain way to Life, including human interactions, that is right.
Our stories prove it.
To live in harmony with it is to live a beautiful life.
To create a song from its song is to make art.
To paint a picture from the painting called Life that song plays here to see is called art.
To shape sonnets and stories with words to express our experience of the story the moments Life’s song allows is art.
They’re all also beautiful things to do.
Take care, recognize virtue, be beautiful and have that better, more beautiful day.