Dreams
What's the use?
In a Steady Stream of Storied Dreams
2025.02.15
Saturday February 15, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Ode to the morning, with Ghos+.
+he Ghos+, to be exact.
How are you?
Corporeal as ever I see.
Well, happy morning.
Onto a good day.
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Late night, early morning; hope you slept well.
Abe did. Snored like a beehive in full honey season.
Now he trims his nails and bathes, occasionally watches the window for birds.
Somewhere there’s a peace everlasting. Somewhere where the water ripples slow and pure. Where the reflection off every pool shows the you, you wish to see and want to be.
Hope you’re there now, or at least in a steady stream of storied dreams to lead you there.
Perhaps I’ll see you should our dreams crossover like comic book heroes and sitcom characters often do.
Should you see me writing, stay if you like. But don’t interrupt. Peace tells a different tale for all, as does friendship.
An author’s friends are guardians of their peace, sentries of solitude.
When I’m finished, I’ll thank you for the vigil, get you some coffee or tea, and enjoy the place together for a while.
Maybe you’ll read what I wrote, maybe save it for another day.
Time is of the essence and the essence of that time is us.
Take care of yourself and your peace, however-wherever you find it, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Wonder Fell
2025.02.12
February 12, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
And a good one at that!
O/ A little enthusiasm from your friendly Ghos+ to start the day.
Clocks in sync? Engines fired? Buckled up? Ready to go!
So, on with the show.
The moon is bright up right up over my left shoulder through the window.
Moonlight off of New England snow is effectual; you can see where you’re going.
Which is a good thing should you be going somewhere.
Reassurance and all.
What’s new in the world called You?
I hope something wonderful. You really do deserve it. Serve yourself some wonderful. You’re starved for it. You really ought to take better care of your wonderful.
Friendly advice from your friendly (and humbly wonderful) Ghos+.
“Where’s the deep dream thought parade today, Ghos+?”
Abe’s sleeping on it on the loveseat.
‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’
*Especially if they’re floating on a pillow top of dreams.
Perhaps the moonlight and me lighten the night-almost-morning together.
Perhaps we dream awake.
Would be a dull dream to dream about dreaming.
Unless dreaming was your superpower.
Superpowers are almost never dull.
Except superstrength. Why weight?
Only so much heavy lifting can accomplish.
This site with all its wonderful ways forms a record of when and where wonder fell.
Wonder Fell, an apt title.
The right name in magic and in measure means everything.
To contain the possibility to hold the meaning of everything possible about the thing is the function of a name.
Like your own.
The word is a storehouse for all the dreams of the word.
The days wonder fell.
Take care, do something good on purpose, and make a better 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.
+he Ghos+
A Touch and Feel Squeaky Book
2025.02.06
February 06, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
Check how you’re doing.
Weather, weather, weather.
Talk about the weather.
Remind you, it’s good to see you again.
Follow it all up with a usual catch-phrase.
On with the show...
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Good day vibe today.
We can always, and should, find a positive way to see our day.
Sometimes it’s just here preloaded at wake up.
Preloaded.
Blame sleep. Dreams like when you do.
Plenty of talk on dreams around the site. Link!
Been almost a year since I started putting the morning pages down and posting them public.
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Everyone loves a picture book.
Perhaps not Abe.
Unless we put a squeaker in it. A touch and feel squeaky book.
Like you some days…
Voice cracks from the excitement of good news from a friend.
A handshake. A hug. An exclamation pointed squeak (!).
Good vibe today, good sleeping dreams slept.
Sun’s coming up. Off-white shrugs off grey and slow dances with blue.
A little snow in the forecast.
The sky agrees with the weather forecasters.
Not always the case around here.
Mother Nature likes to troll the meteorologists in New England.
Enjoy your moments, your weather, your time, take care and have that better day.
+he Ghos+
A Tangible Friend
2025.02.04
February 04, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ How are you?
Yawn, stretch, you got this.
A couple months from now the sun will be up.
Now, it's a couple hours away.
On with the show.
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There's a lot to say.
Somedays that voice, the one in the wind, sings loquacious, wants a whirlwind stack of words.
I often refer to it as the rhythm of the day.
The unconscious imagination, as psychology refers to it.
Though, I think Spirit, Holy Spirit, makes more sense.
Years spent alone living in dreams to survive, to give meaning to days spent physically drained fighting illness, show the word choice is a better one.
Our dreams come from somewhere, something.
The unconscious is a tangible friend.
We don't have life without a dream of life.
We don't talk about spirit enough. Our yardsticks have no hatch marks to measure it, so we keep from talking about it, at unease we'll express it wrong.
But we do express spirit. In fact, it is all we express.
The moral shape to our stories, pop songs, films prove human interaction has its own shape.
There is a right way to live.
Our stories show us the shape and way of the spirit. We share it, we're made of it, from it, for it.
We're the hero of our own life.
We ought to consciously recognize this shared measurable fact by juxtaposing our experience with that of the heroes in our stories.
Emotional sentiments in our popular music are heroic tests of our strength, major points in our personal story arcs.
The message of the music helps us not feel alone by recognizing the shared value of the experience.
Everyone knows when the superhero wins; everyone cheers.
We have everything in common.
A universal spirit moves the world and shows us our lives have a purpose measurable through our arts.
Some songs make you want to dance, others smile, others cry.
Just like us.
How well the immediacy of the moment of the artist is conveyed speaks to the success of the piece.
What we call Great Art is instantly almost identical to the experience of the moment the artist wishes to convey.
Walk into the Sistine Chapel and it doesn't matter if you're 18 or 88, you look up at the ceiling and you say, "Oh, my God."
And Michelangelo from his grave says, "Gotcha."
We all feel driven at times, something has to be done, and it has to be done now. It's exhausting. It nags and motivates you at the same time. Your belief in the importance of it gives you the adrenaline to see it through. Beethoven's Fifth Symphony knows it, too. Every violin string sings, "Get it done."
Life is a shared experience that moves in a certain way. Art is its record.
Take care, listen to a song, read a book or poem, binge watch a TV series, watch a movie, realize you're not alone feeling the way it causes you to feel because something very real is here to experience and share, and have that better day.
+he Ghos+
A New Way to Grow
2025.02.03
February 03, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hello. O/
How'd you do?
With that thing?
Better than expected I bet.
Good for you.
You deserve so much better than you allow yourself.
Allow yourself so much better.
On with the show...
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Snow again, a soft feathery fall, an easy brush of the shovel.
A falcon dove by the window yesterday, a hundred plus mile an hour dive, scooped up a rabbit and proceeded to eat it on the other side of the fence.
The bird set up a nest with its mate high up a fir tree in the neighbor's yard a month ago.
Abe, of course, barks at them daily.
He chases a rabbit, or many, away daily, too.
The peregrine worked on his dinner. Abe stood at the fence and maybe barked.
What to do?
Thank the bird for clearing the nuisance? Wonder how to grow wings to do the same?
A few staccato barks is all he managed while he watched.
Unexpected help from unexpected places.
It's that kind of day coming your way.
Sun's coming up and dreams of the day.
Checking your schedule is a kind of dream.
Write down Get Good News in the to do list.
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A positive You-Got-This entry this morning. Spring is in the air. Time for growing things.
Plant some new idea seeds.
Maybe the reason so many New Year's Resolutions don't come true is we plant the seeds too early.
Seems just before Winter's end and just after the Groundhog does his thing, is a better time to set a new way to grow.
Tell your family and your friends to plant a new idea too, get on your way to a better you, take care, and have that better day.
+he Ghos+
On Dreams
2025.02.02
February 02, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
The flight from Dreamland is done, time for The Sun.
A few hours till he shows here.
Hope all is well.
On with the show...
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Faerie tales and dreams and magic always good topics for discussion, good topics to read.
Our dreams are myth and mystic representations of our days. Images of stories we digest matched with our sensible moments.
What for?
Our bodies are so insistent to be fed, so loud. We put them first.
But what if dreams and what dreaming does is first? What if what dreams we build while breathing are the point and purpose of Life?
The only way to have a dream is by matching metaphors.
The quality of our stories and ability to understand and express our time awake defines the quality of our lives.
"You can't take it with you when you're dead."
- Common Saying.
And a false one.
Our dreams come with us.
Life: The process of building our best dreams to take back home.
But only if our dreams are worth Heaven.
The quality and quantity of our daydreams determines the quality of our light and our place after we die.
Every action we take while awake is first a dream.
Your dream matched with the dreams that came before decide who you are. Not social status, dream status. And so who you are after death.
So success in Life would become about creating the best environment to dream great stories in peaceful moments alone, and compassionate moments with friends and loved ones.
Building wonderful moments to build wonderful dreams together would be our purpose.
Just some morning thoughts more than likely true.
Take care, build great dreams then build great structures and relationships from them, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
For What Might Be
2025.01.27
January 27, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
O/ Hello, your friendly Ghos+ back to wish you a better day.
Hope all's well.
On with the show...
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The world is a beautiful place; not optimistically, ideally, as is.
Adjust you eyes and look to the skies and you'll see it true.
It's our stories that get in the way, or lift us up.
Stick with the uplifting ones. They serve you better.
Be served better.
You can only ever get what you order, what you have the capacity to dream. You're only ever as good as the story you tell yourself you can be.
Tell yourself a better story, have a better day.
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Real early here again, hours before sunrise.
I enjoy the easy peace of it.
Peace is always easy; it's in the definition. The stories put on us since youth get in the way.
What we were born into only defines us until we recognize it does.
When we update our understanding of Life we grow.
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A poet? What is that?
There's plenty of answers to that question on this site. You might say this whole site is dedicated to showing you.
It's a way of thinking that paints a new picture of Life through a still life image of the sight, thought, and dream experience of a whole moment.
It's the experience of a whole story, movie, song in a few verses of geometrically intentional lines.
You have to know yourself well to be a poet, have to trust your great voice within, have to recognize how you hear Life's song in that voice.
You're a mirror song of moments for Life, so she can know herself better, and help us grow better from the experience of the words.
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If AI can make it, it's not a poem; it's a catalog of poetry.
There's the image of a new dream of life held in compact words that pre-programmed intelligence can never create.
AI can only make what was and is possible, and not what never was possible.
Never what's new, always what's remembered, an expression, never a new value, always an old story matched with an old story to further what is, not create a space for what might be.
Life is a process of stacking dreams. If there are no new dreams, no new dreamers to dream them, even as healthy as a machine can make the machines of our bodies, it cannot further life itself.
Too much growth of the same makes jungles and swamps. Neither environment is healthy for human life to persist.
Urban AI proficient swamps create too much of the same to support what living truly is. Dreaming new dreams to create new experiences to feed new dreams.
This is how Art furthers Life and why it is so important.
Art creates new spaces to place Life to grow, new plots for our gardens of experience.
I do hope this journal, this tribute to the morning, grants you a new lens to view your life.
It's a record of someone whose sat with dreams, discovered their power to change one's life, and recorded the sights through the sound and shapes of language the best he could his whole life.
Hopefully they provide a peaceful, purposeful place for your dreams to grow.
Take care, dream a new dream, and have your better day.