Dreams
What's the use?
All Self-help-y
2025.01.18
January 18, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Finally!
Today's the day.
The one you've been waiting for.
Enjoy it.
...
When you have a dream and you stay with, unswayed stick with it, stick with it, the whole world moves to bring it to you.
It has no choice. You get what you give. <– Life's rule.
The dream becomes a part of you. The health of it determines your health. And Life wants you healthy. So long as you serve what furthers Life, she'll help you out.
Keep the peace. Make a safe place for the growth of growing things. Keep order, predictability, dependability, respect your space, grow it strong and keep dreaming your dream.
We always, ultimately, get what we give.
Life is absolutely fair;
People often aren't.
Stick with Life, and a few friends you trust, and your days won't let you down.
Sometimes I go all self-help-y.
For some reason I care; the same way I notice the importance of each sunrise and how an orange crested eastern horizon paints a different kind of day than a deep almost purple one.
Take care, be good to your space, hold onto your dreams, feed them what today can, and have your better (more self-help-y) day.
+he Ghos+
Clear Nights, Clearer Mornings
2025.01.15
January 15, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way...
To say: O/
How you been?
Doing your thing?
Getting it done?
Good.
About time you took care of that.
...
The moon for days!
Clear nights.
Clearer mornings.
The sphere stays up, glows up for the past few sun-ups.
Another up with the rise morning.
Sometimes a body wants extra sleep.
Sometimes, lately.
What to write on other than dreams first thing in the morning?
Plans for the day?
Those are a dream until they're real.
Your checklist is a dull itinerary of dreams on the clock.
An uninspired laundry list is still a record of dreams until the clothes are clean.
Regardless how mundane the task, a dream always comes first.
So it's a good idea to sit alone once and awhile and dream what comes first.
Why start the car, or the day, if you don't know where you're going?
Maybe you just want to drive for awhile.
That's going some place to daydream.
Good for you.
Your life will mean more to you when you do.
Backroads are best.
Backroads are always best.
Life is worth more than going faster.
A life based on hurry is a plan sold to you by a glutton who believes their time is worth more than yours.
If a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing well.
If every home was built with the care put into making a cathedral...
You finish that sentence, enjoy your time, dream ahead on purpose and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
A Secret Song
2025.01.08
2025.01.08
Good morning, that wonderful way.
"Time."
What a thing to say to someone just waking up....
That's a good alarm clock that replaces its buzz with the word time. Over and over and still (!) over again.
Throw that one against the wall and back to sleep, but only after you check the screen to check the time, time, time (!).
How are you?
Everything in order yet?
Ducks in a row?
Well, then, away we go.
Sunrise, daydreams, thoughts of you. Another morning in the mind of Wynn.
"Uh-oh. He's finally started referring to himself in the third person. Guru incoming."
- Concerned Reader
"Oh, relax. Wynn would never be so trite. There are much more artistically inclined ways to share his dreams."
- Agreeable Wynn
On with the show...
...
A couple hours before sunrise. Loveseated dog fed, still words to be said.
Is this working for you?
This whole morning journal business?
Still reading?
Thank you.
I don't know what I expected when I started.
Just a: "I'll store my morning journal on this blog, too."
Pictures work wonderfully with poetry, we'll get some on the site soon. Like when poets picked up guitars and turned rock and roll into an anthology of American Poetry.
See? It's medicine for your dreams.
Driving down the street to the beat of your favorite popular song. Don't sing the lyrics wrong!
What's said there helps define your dreams, gives you a new way to express yourself, a new way to expand the story called 'You'.
If you ever want to know what poetry is for press play on your favorite song with lyrics. Even if you just like the beat, you're reading metric verse.
The melody and arrangement of instruments and harmony are an extra tool to convey the message.
Words and rhythm are the only tools of a poet's craft.
Some might say it's more difficult to paint a picture with only words.
There's some truth to that, but it's only a different medium.
It's the audience that matters; it's how you take your music.
The potential for a closer internal relationship is there with only words.
The head voice we use to read is how we define our lives, how we make our days.
Poetry said is music out loud; poetry read is a secret song for your internal ears only.
There's not enough of it in our world.
When we share our dreams with words only, we find out we're not alone.
Touch can only do so much. But there is another kind of touch: Dream to dream.
Remember as you go through your day everyone you see is experiencing what you are now reading this. Making sense of their lives and what they sense with words.
Some, so many, so sadly, lately, keep that conversation, that self-story silently told, overly simple, rehashed echoes of other people's ideas of what is best for them.
What a shame.
Others can help you care for what you can feel; your heart beats similarly to theirs.
Your metaphorical heart sung to you by that great voice within you call yourself, can only be shaped by your own choice of how you shape your dream of life.
Your tools to do this are the words you speak when you speak silently to yourself.
Science can't measure you a right way to shape your dreams because science is a shaped dream shared.
Math is its language.
Options to the weather is all it can ever give us.
How we speak to ourselves, how we tell ourselves the story of ourselves, always determines what life actually means. How we dream our days is always the best hope we have for how well we can spend our days.
Take care of the weather called your body with science, save your actual self, the one who dreams, with music, brushstrokes and words, keep in mind everyone is doing the same, and have your better, share your better day.
+he Ghos+
The Dream's Picture
2025.01.03
2025.01.03
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Sleep much?
Yes, or no, away we go.
Feels like a Transition Day this morning.
That something so intangible we call it only something and wait for the time necessary for a better word.
Stubborn. The words want daydreams before lines. Usually a sign something new, something excellent, some interesting insight is on the way. A new route on an old highway that makes the trip more comfortable and convenient.
Maybe, if you're lucky, gives a better view, too.
It takes years at writing before you can call walking away from a piece working and not procrastination.
How we are while we write goes into the words, into the tone, sets the rhythm.
Some dreams aren't finished with their daydreams enough to get real.
Try to push through their resistance and all you write is the struggle with the picture you're painting and so, don't show the dream's picture itself.
Write something else.
Check-in time to time to see if the other dream is ready for pixels or canvas or musical notes.
If so... away, you go.
You'll know because there's a new level of comfort there.
It's a time-out not a walking away.
Everything takes time to grow.
No worries, there's always plenty more to write about.
Take care, listen to your dreams, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
The More Store
We sell more more than any other More Store.
If you know before you go, why go? Where's the emotional significance?
If you don't let the world in because it's so predictable... you don't go anywhere.
Other peoples' problems. I wish they'd sit alone and listen to yesterday. Hear what the greats, the ones not afraid to sit alone and then say something from the place of their alone, said.
There was no reason for Emerson to publish.
There was no reason for Einstein to publish.
We got lucky with Emily. But how many Emily's are out there? Hiding in rooms?
You interact with the world.
The world wants more interaction.
More and more and ...
You can't afford more?
Well, you have to give more.
More is all we sell at this store.
The More Store!
The One Stop Only Shop anywhere in the world:
The More Store!
We sell all the more you will ever need for your more.
And what's more?
We sell more more than any other More Store.
The one stop shop for all your more needs.
More. More. More.
What's in store? More.
What's in the More Store?
More. More. More.
We are asked to do a thing.
Not like go to the store and pick up some milk.
Or have this partner or drive this pretty machine.
No. Something. Make something.
Teach people to smile in a certain way by trusting your own smile to be the greatest thing you do all day. Feel every part of yourself in that smile beam. Show the world what that means.
Or you have the idea of the way a thing looks.
You have some idea of the color a brush could make to best show what your eye sees and tells your insides.
The burden of that vision is the sharing of that.
We have the dream not to dream or to have some goal.
We have the dream because the dream is our duty.
Our dreams are not our goals.
Our dreams are our instruction manuals.
Follow them.
+he Ghos+
~ Wynn ~