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Mother Nature, spiritually speaking.
A Symphony of Spheres
A star is a cloud of fire. Planets circle and spin to stay dry from the flames.
Tuesday, April 21, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A blank screen. A canvas. The night sky.
Words. Brushstrokes. Sunrise.
The Sun is The World's definitive painter.
Dawn is light and sweet, a light dessert of light this morning.
The horizon wears a comfortable casual fashion show of color.
Every morning the sky is a new painting of dawn. Sunlight and rivers are never the same bath twice.
The way of water is the way of fire: Change to remain the same.
A choreography of light and water makes The World.
The Sun conducts a symphony of spheres called a galaxy. Each globe sings and sounds its own songs of color.
A star is a cloud of fire. Planets circle and spin to stay dry from the flames.
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Hope all's well my creative friends.
I write a few hundred words each morning to stretch. I post the effort on this site called Wonder Fell so other artists can have a place not to feel so alone with our work's requirement of solitude.
Each morning brings something new to wonder about. So... wonder falls with every ray to paint a living picture called Dawn.
This morning stretch of words is my record of it: This record of when wonder fell.
A wonderful wonderful pun, too. Tyvm.
Thanks for reading. Go and make something wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
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Do You See It Happening?
Artists, authors, and musicians, AI is no threat to us... it's validation of our importance.
Monday, April 20, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Dreams while The Sun rises.
A Transition Day, change in the air.
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Dawn arrives to show a glow of cool frost that formed overnight.
How's your Art? Words are slow sticky things for me this morning. Usually an indication some new idea or grand expression is wanting to be shaped.
Maybe that's what Depression is for The Earth. There are so many beautiful experiences, so much matter left unsung, perhaps Nature weeps for our reluctance to sing a new song. We feel her tears in a state called Depression.
Van Gogh called it "The Meagerness." He painted to alleviate it. Vincent's only illness was starvation from a lack of recognition for the value of his work.
So many lives have been changed, enlightened, inspired because of his work. While he was alive he wasn't treated much better than a street dog.
This must change.
AI is set to make most of the tasks people were too preoccupied with to notice Van Gogh's greatness while he lived obsolete.
Machines can and so will do most of the jobs we deem necessary human work still.
This is very good news.
And also why building a generation of artists is necessary for our survival.
Receptiveness of Imagination and the ability to express it will, at last, be the most sought after marketable skill.
How clearly we share our dreams will be the new measure of a successful person.
Do you see it happening?
Artists, authors, and musicians, AI is no threat to us... it's validation of our importance.
Artificial Intelligence can't paint like Van Gogh if Vincent didn't first.
So draw, write, sing what you see and hear. Express your witness not your knowledge.
Facts are dead food for computers. Art is Life living alive!
Be genuinely you, shake the sky, and go make some wonder fall.
~ Wynn ~
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Glad You Stopped By
Wonder drops as the sun rises in a comfortable introspective alcove of The Internet called Wonder Fell.
Friday, April 17, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Blue-grey sky, misty splashes of rain land on tree branch blossoms in progress.
Squirrels navigate the labyrinth of treetops and trunks to find food while a black-capped chickadee whistle codes a 'Hello, World!' from the console in her nest.
Sunrise... Friday interstate traffic comes to life.
A clock ticks its tock on the wall in a quiet house. Lights out, sun's up, the tea goes cold while the sentences multiply.
Wonder drops as the sun rises in a comfortable introspective alcove of The Internet called Wonder Fell.
Glad you stopped by.
There's not much like it online, anywhere, much at all, anymore these days. Conversations, and so much called Art, turned to sellable things first.
There's an amazing World out there with shapes and sights and smells and sounds to take in. The draw and the desire to want more is understandable.
But there's also a World within each of us.
Did you know?
Did you know when you recognize this world within the shapes and sights and smells and sounds mean more?
A crow lands on a branch nearby and sounds a cry for The Earth and the world within each witness.
Did you know each crow sings for you?
Now you know.
Life living alive lives in you. Whether or not the weather within is a Paradise or a Hell is up to you.
What does that crow's cry mean for your world?
What does a sunrise represent in The Land Called You?
It's up to you because it is you.
Take sometime to get to know yourself and have that wonderful day already.
A poem to go along with today's entry: Flashy Inside People
~ Wynn ~
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The Forward March of Spring
An odd thing to be alive and not talk about it more.
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Pinks and blues paint the newborn nursery colored ceiling called the Spring sky.
A color changing kaleidoscopic stained glass dome covers The Earth at dawn.
Clouds like long wispy billows of the smoke water makes...
Steam, rise, and join the chromatic sunshine show.
An early flight airline rumbles overhead.
The Interstate wooshes to life with traffic.
An odd thing to be alive and not talk about it more.
Everyday activities are miracles when your eyes are adjusted for wonder.
What a world,
What a gift!
Life alive and the opportunity to share it.
There's nothing in the way of living a wonderful life but being in the way of it.
Why choose trouble when there's so much opportunity for joy, for peace, for whatever love and satisfaction from a day of honest work is all about?
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Bird songs play a different tune every morning. Did you know?
The World has her own set list for the day's show. Everyday.
Today is the forward march of Spring.
The chickadees and sparrows, cardinals and crows, sing out, 'Hey baby let's start a family and get makin' babies' hip-hop anthems.
Everyday is a song. Sunrise lifts the baton to start the band called Color. Sunset closes the curtain and takes a bow.
What music do you add to the show?
Words of witness and wonder here.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Shadows and Sounds of Sunrise in Spring
The seasons are a banquet of starlight.
Sunday, April 12, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Peace.
The shadows and sounds of sunrise in Spring.
The seasons are a banquet of starlight.
Spring brings the appetizer to get things started. Summer is the feast. Autumn is a colorful dessert. Winter sips hot coffee and tea to ease digestion.
Our habits and ways mirror The World's.
They have to.
When we care for the Earth, she cares for us. Plant a seed to know this easy truth. The more care given to each planted seed the better we eat and the better the view.
Sometimes the morning just wants to watch the morning.
Like this morning.
So many songbirds sound Spring this morning. Different sizes, sounds, and shapes of songs.
Colors... the Blue Jay, the Red Cardinal, the Yellow Goldfinch, the Orange Bellied Robin, the speckled spectacular calls from a Carolina Wren.
And the evergreens... a chromatic testament for an eternal Spring.
During more melancholic times I wrote them a poem.
Here it is if you're interested: The Firs.
"Melancholy? From Mr. Wonder Fell Sunshine?"
- Favorite Reader
"Even The Earth knows Winter."
-Mr. Wonder Fell Sunshine
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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This First Person POV Adventure
Life is actually more like a Video Game than a stage, Shakespeare.
Sunday, April 05, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
The sky is a single cloud misting for dawn. Evergreens line-up to shower in the steam and call the queue the horizon.
Early April, green gathers and rises from the wet.
Mud makes puddles like baker's batter to cook in the sun and crest confections called Life.
The Earth spins her spell called Life Living Alive to feed and keep us going.
Do you think Spring is Mother Nature's favorite song?
The maternity ward is always the happiest place in the hospital.
It's Oh Babies! Season for Mother Earth.
Do you consider the contrast much between your screen life and your out in the world life?
Does it help to remember we power up our phones the way the sun rises everyday? And just like our star: It's lights. It's camera. It's action projected for our witness.
The Sun gives us every sense to experience everyday; our coded screens are still eyes and ears only.
Kinda makes you wonder who coded The Sunshine...
Certainly not an Atheist.
I'd pray for a poet. Romance, Beauty, Art, Love, and Honor are a Celestial Video Game worth the experience.
How's your Life? Leveling up? Spending your weekends doing side-quests?
Maybe unlock a new job ability. Cooking? Painting? Body-building?
Make some new friends and grow your party dynamics.
Life is actually more like a Video Game than a stage, Shakespeare. But we'll forgive William the overlook for his lack of materials for his metaphor.
People get one life in this first person point of view adventure.
Rack up experience points, finish some quests, save your life while you save The World, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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The Hues of Morning
Do you think The World experiences the light like us?
Saturday, April 04, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Sunrise. Pinks and baby powder blues make a nursery wall of the horizon.
How's your sky?
Dreams make imaginings that want words; words to make living dreams possible.
Making sentences is how we make our dreams come true.
It's always the first step: Getting the words right.
Living a day without a clear understanding of what we're doing is like getting into a car with nowhere to go. There's more to life than 'just driving' your day.
Where are you going? What would you like to see and do and be?
Words of encouragement and insight will always be Poet's work. Sometimes they fill these morning pages.
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It's color; it's light.
We rise and wake with The Sun. Our bodies adjust to the change of colors the spin of Our Earth brings.
Do you think The World experiences the light like us?
The hues of morning are groggy and slow.
Noontime shines bright get-it-done right tones over every city, seaside, and town.
Dusk is a hush; The Moon wakes for lullabies.
All of Life is an intricate twirl of sunshine and circles. A choreography of celestial fire dances The World.
The Sun is a composer and conductor of color.
Green is for traffic lights and Spring.
Both mean Go!
Where we are now.
Thanks for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Spring!
Time for what's new to start its procession to the stage.
Friday, March 20, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Spring! Happy Birthday Life!
The Great Green Grow Show is Go!
All things rise to fall, then fall to rise. Life is a circle going somewhere.
Where? Well, if we follow the patterns of how Life works, the answer is: To The Start.
We start out a dream of Life in our parents and we end as a dream of Life in The World.
Circles cycle The World around and today is Spring!
Time for what's new to start its procession to the stage.
Out with the old and in with the new is Nature's way.
What about you, Dear Reader? What old ways did Winter wash away for you? What new ways will you grow anew?
Time to get planting dreams of this new year.
It all comes down to the light all around.
The angle of the orbit of our sphere determines the seasons of the year.
The connection between light and life is the basis for all life and grossly neglected by Science.
The Big Bang was a light switch.
All puns always intended.
Deep start of the universe dreams give way to thoughts of buds on bare oak tree branches. Time to bloom while they loom in the first blue hue of Spring's sky.
If the world is a stage, as Shakespeare wrote, today is Curtains up.
Lights, Camera, Act One... Spring.
Thanks for reading, plant some dreams, take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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