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Mother Nature, spiritually speaking.
What For?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Thanks for joining me in this experiment of language with the sunrise.
Every morning for the past couple years I wake and write with as much clarity, honesty, and concern... what's on my mind.
Because there's more to language than facts and figures. There's identity and the potential for beauty in every sentence shared.
With so many quick text hellos, so many business get-it-done messages, and AI prompts returned lighting up every screen, I thought a reminder of what language is really for might be of assistance.
To share the experience of being alive is what words are for.
Artificial Intelligence is using a video game to help you cheat on a test.
But Life is not an exam; it's an opportunity to make and know and experience and share beautiful relationships.
Words are more than tabulations; they express experience. We have no better tool for relaying what Life is about than the symbols, sounds, and shapes of language.
Today's sunrise electric blue sky. A slow steady breeze through the green leaves of a successful Spring.
Just as important for Life's success as the healthy shine of the firmament on new foliage is our experience of it. Why else be able to know anything at all if it's not mandatory for Life to endure?
Birds sing in the morning for the same reason dreams want to come true.
Hearts beat for more than Scientific reasons; what's music for?
Your heart is the metronome of your life. Your body is a symphony for your arrangement.
This morning's sky is the definition of blue. How does it matter that I noticed? What compels me to share the seeing with you?
My whole Life was a struggle to share my witness in words with you.
What for?
Why sing a song, paint a picture, pen a poem when real estate is so easy to flip and stocks so simple to trade?
Because I humbly know if so many people could see this morning like I do, so much suffering would end.
And so I write.
Thank you for reading. I do hope these words help you live a better day.
~ Wynn ~
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Happy Blue Moon Day
A good day for a miracle.
Sunday, May 31, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
When something rare but worthy of note occurs we say: "It only happens once in a blue moon."
Today is a day for rare worthwhile things. Happy Blue Moon Day.
A good day for a miracle. Hope one finds you. Hope you're brave enough and your thoughts are unscattered enough to recognize it.
Pull yourself together. Dust yourself off. You're awesome. You're alive.
What's up with that?
Something made a rather Big Bang a longtime ago and now everyone wants to fall in love.
Huh?
See, you're a miracle.
Talk on The Moon and miracles as The Sun rises...
A cool blue sky Spring day. Sparrows and grackles forage through leaves and twigs, a trip to the hardware store to gather supplies to build their nests.
What are you building, artists? The world could use your dreams right now.
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Getting the words right... my Life's work.
The World is a living changing thing; Life breathes alive. And so, the right words change and grow to reflect the experience.
We grow with the globe, spin the tales of our lives from the pictures and sensations our star allows.
In the same fashion, The World orbits The Sun and builds her nights on the light each day provides.
We lost wonder; I found it. I thought you'd like to know.
Now you know.
Take care, enjoy your blue moon miracle and thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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The Metric is Beauty
What functions best define a successful human life?
Sunday, May 17, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Idyllic.
Calm, cool, the sunrise shows Spring.
Robins and finches announce the dawn. The new green of budding leaves sets the scene, glows golden hues under a cloudless soft blue sky.
If that loud robin were an alarm clock, you'd press its snooze button and watch the quaint light feed the new growing world in silence.
But songbirds and dreamers sing an idyllic Spring morning a different song.
Beauty filters through each Earth-bound one of us and reverberates its shining tune in unique wonderful ways, when we're brave enough to welcome it in.
Beauty is Life working right.
The flower that best fulfills the dream of its seed makes the most beautiful bloom.
A successful life is measured in beautiful moments. When we have a dream, and we work to see it made real, that seeing moment is a beautiful thing.
We know what trees and flowers, birds and bees, strive to do with their lives.
But what about people? What functions best define a successful human life?
For me, the metric is Beauty.
We hold a dream and work with the tools Life provides to make it real.
How are your dreams, dear reader?
Beautiful, I'm sure.
The World could use your Beautiful Dreams shared right now.
If posting this journal everyday helps even one person find a little more courage to see their dreams made reality, I'll consider it a win.
And, of course, a pun.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Music for the Eyes
Variety in color is as much a necessity to The Earth as variety in music.
Thursday, May 14, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Light clouds, light rain, light for breakfast, a sunrise in Spring.
Hope all's well dear readers.
On with our show...
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A clock ticks, a dog dreams, a clock tocks, a robin sings, rooftop chimneys are a rustic red from the rain.
The color palette changes with the cloud cover and the time of day.
Have you noticed?
The whole world is a symphony of color.
The harmonic hues of Nature show Life is more than scientific. Mother Earth is an artist, too.
Just as in music certain notes produce certain effects, so too colors coincide to make chords.
It's disgustingly difficult to discuss color still in my Country without politics rearing its ugly ignorant voice.
So instead of an essay, I work on an Epic to remind us the beauty in Nature's visual song.
A dozen African Violets grow in the same pot by the window where I write these morning entries. And though each flower is violet, not a single one is the exact same shade.
Like you and I.
If every songbird, house dog, cat, or human, were all the same color; there'd be nothing worth sharing, no variety, no stories, no interactions other than duty, no way to grow.
Nothing new, so no way to grow.
Same leads to the same; variety means the hope for something better.
If every songbird and human looked the same and sang the same song, I'd stay in bed. The Sun would have no reason to rise other than more of the same.
Variety in color is as much a necessity to The Earth as variety in music.
Color is music for the eyes.
Back to The Epic.
~ Wynn ~
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Scribble
Every morning with the sunrise I sit and do the same Scientific exercise.
Sunday, May 03, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Cool, peaceful, Spring Sunday morning in early May.
A good day for reflection, for reading, for building a nest in a pine tree.
Well... the downy woodpecker down the street thinks so. The percussive baps of beak to bark are sonorous rhythmic blips heard in Science Fiction submarine films... an underwater Morse Code message to the morning.
The wind waves hello with tree branch arms with Spring blooms for jewels on each finger.
When your work is in The Creative Arts the materials necessary to do the work are more than can be measured with numbers and scales.
Every morning with the sunrise I sit and do the same Scientific exercise. Scribble lines on an E-ink screen. That's a constant in this experiment. The other constants are place and person... me in this same chair at dawn.
How are the scribbles so vastly new every morning? What changed? Me?
Despite the 'poet' tag, I'm a calm, cool, and collected guy.
So what in The World is new?
What filters through me that wants expression?
The World travels in waves. We whirl around our Sun like dogs born with their heads out car windows to catch the breeze.
What's in that breeze always flown at us? What stirs and changes to keep Life alive?
We travel in cars and forget we're moving. We live on a sphere traveling hundreds of thousands of miles per hour.
How's the ride?
The Earth is a huge sphere like a cauldron of witch's brew. The Sun is the master witch spinning it around. We're all ingredients mixing and matching up to make the star's magic potion called Life.
~ Wynn ~
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You're Not a Robot
You're what can make a robot.
Saturday, May 02, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Light rain dapples dew on the promise of Spring. Buds blossom to bloom on every tree branch in front of a backdrop of a dimmed sunrise.
Decades ago an acquaintance of mine asked, "Why's everything gotta be so deep with you all the time?"
I realized if I wanted to keep them as a close friend I'd have to become more shallow.
I moved on.
The ocean has always been more than atoms deep for me. The sea waves like blood flows to keep the whole Earth vibrant and alive.
Ocean deep thoughts for dreamers like us. Thanks for reading.
To hold and assert poetic thoughts during quick-tech-get-it-done-AI-is-better-at-your-job-than-you times like we live in is a noble pursuit.
And our greatest hope and purpose.
To have great dreams and make them real is what Life is all about. AI can help. That's all AI is: Help.
We can never be replaced because we are dreamers first.
Thinkers? No. A thought is a dream put into words.
Dreams come first.
'Deep' thinkers have bigger more grandiose dreams.
We could use some more people like that.
Visionaries whose new ideas (dreams encapsulated in words) expand what it means to be alive, to have Life at all.
So much of humanity's immediate future is going to be: Coming to terms with how humans differ from machines.
You're not a robot; you're what can make a robot.
A dreamer with the right words can change the whole world in an instant.
Find the best words for your best dreams and go make something worth living and sharing.
~ Wynn ~
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Dreamers Know This
Change your stories and you change your life.
Thursday, April 30, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Here's the rub: A magnetic tipped stylus on an E-ink screen.
Where I write (rub) these journal entries.
Daydreamers of The World, Keepers of Hope for a better life, a better day... you're not alone.
It's why I keep my morning thoughts online and free: Because the best way to make the best World is to encourage and support Dreamers.
Whether you dream of some great technology to help The World, or a great Artistic expression to enrich the quality of all our lives, you're welcome here.
There's another World; it exists with this one. We call it The Imagination.
Daydreamers you're not lost or spaced-out. You're working gathering materials for your creations.
Some Scientists roll their empirical eyes when Imagination is brought up. But what's found there is what makes eyes roll.
Dreamers know this: Change your stories and you change your life.
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Rain gives way to cloudy skies. The last day of April, green buds bountiful grassy patches of ground.
All around Life springs eternal in this great dance aptly named Spring.
The World's choreography is a wonderful staged show of color. Life is too well organized to be accidental. Remember that next time you look in a mirror.
Beauty is in the beholder's eye, so hold it and be it.
Nothing in The World can be beautiful without someone to recognize, record, and witness it.
Might as well be you and me. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Consider It Shared
Mornings like this birds are brushstrokes on a painter's canvas called Dawn.
Friday, April 24, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Peace. The trees know it.
The buds and blooms of Spring show in the soft sunrise sky.
Mornings like this birds are brushstrokes on a painter's canvas called Dawn.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; so hold it, see it, relay it true.
The World is a work of Art to witness, emulate, and share.
To wield the dawn in words, to wrap the light in letters to rap a song of morning for you...
Today's sunrise is a dream worth waking up to. Even the sounds of every interstate car has their radio playing its favorite song.
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Updated the site look yesterday to help navigation. There's so much content now.
I hope it brings some peace, inspiration, joy, and of course wonder to your life.
The World is a beautiful place when we're brave enough to recognize it and build our days around the Beauty.
Mornings like this want to share mornings like this.
Consider it shared.
~ Wynn ~
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