Ma
Mother Nature, spiritually speaking.
New-New Hampshire: The World
For The World
Love
I never met a dog I didn’t love...
There are dog scoundrels.
There are dog clowns.
There are dog queens.
There are dog drag queens.
There are dog elitists.
There are dog hippies.
But I never met a dog I didn’t love…
Right away.
It’s hard to love people,
The way it’s easy to love dogs.
Ugly Dogs
Ugly Dogs!
I freaking love ugly dogs!
I love them!
Bilateral symmetry
Kiss his:
Ugly-pugly-fugly-mugly.
Pinch his (How many?)
Chins. (How many?!)
Wonderful!
I freaking love:
Happy! Joyous!
Ugly-Ugly-Ugly
Dog snores from the couch.
Lazy eye lounges
Leers at the front door…
Soon the pizza will arrive.
Hope he gets some crust
With bubbles on it.
God’s Grace is an ugly dog’s face,
Crooked teeth sunk in bubbles on crust
Made just right for an ugly dog.
The Itch
There was a dog named Abe I did see,
Who stood under a tree for a wee.
He met there a bitch,
Who had quite the itch,
So they danced in the style doggie.
The Firs
I’m not ready for everything to die this year.
The wind is consistently strong the past few days.
The people who come from all parts of the world
To see our leaves change color are leaving.
The ground is a sheet of wax paper
Under a blood-let easel.
The firs will hold on.
The dust on the radiator floor vent
Burns from the steamed air forced,
From the hidden hot water
Onto the dead fly that won’t rot.
The firs will hold on.
Through the season of dying,
They don’t.
The refrigerator drones over the fly’s last
Protest as it falls to the faded floor.
The fan above the microwave still hums,
A little more dust, a little more hum,
But it still hums.
The firs weep weary,
Waist deep in wasting.
If you sit still, close
Your eyes and listen,
You can hear electricity
Go into the lights.
If you lie back, close
Your eyes and surrender,
You can feel
The Earth spin.
Winter's freeze freezes.
Spring's flower flowers.
Summer's swelter swelters.
Fall,
Leaves
Fanfare.
Leaves
Fall,
Fanfare.
Fanfare,
Leaves
Fall.
The Season's end
Ends The Season's
Season's end.
Words fail
Watching
Words fail.
Words
Freeze,
Flower,
Swelter,
Fall.
Melancholy mothers nature.
New England fathers poets.
Days you shut the door
And the hard frost won’t leave,
Days you open the door
And the fever lingers,
That dead fly that won’t rot.
There’s only:
Wasting time.
Watching time.
Watching
Firs.
Wait out the:
Inconsiderate
Sun.
Who won’t confess his light,
No matter what I say.
Scroll Down and Forget 'em
Snow last night.
Treetops
Rooftops
Road signs
Topped
Powder sugared
Magnificent.
Why scrub away Autumn's mess?
Let it soak.
Snow like scrubbing bubbles,
When they melt the mess goes with them.
Some metaphors stink.
Some similes are like scrubbing bubbles,
To do their best work,
Let them sit a bit.
Scroll down and forget 'em.
Come back when you can see clear,
What shines under the sludge,
What Springs Eternal.
Home
What about the tree that made the Cross that Jesus bore?
What about such a light, on the field,
That was seen, that was His dream then?
Such a light on a tree alight some yesterday,
So far away from so far away from some yesterday.
No today, know today.
Not a light, no, not at all.
What about this staircase,
About these clouds,
About this sky-break?
What about this day,
About this hour,
About this time
That tree
His tree, wept razed?
And the clock was.
-This-
And the time was.
And The Sun was.
-That-
And The Moon was.
And The Tides were.
-This-
And The Stars were.
And The Day of
-Him-
And The Month of
-His-
And The Year of Time.
And The Weather.
And This Weather.
And the pattern of clouds.
(What was that?)that light
(What was that?) that which moved
(What did not move?) that was seen,
(What was not seen?)but was announced.
There was The Wind, that was The Air
That didn’t breathe, but burst
Open a quiet sky,
The Quiet Sky gone incandescent
For a holy way,
The Holy Way,
His New Way,
His Chosen Only Way,
Home.
For Reason, Et Al.
Enough of the words
What of those out-
Spoken or Spoke-in?
In-way words
Never in-the-way words
Always want back out words.
On outward words
On sail to the sky
Said and sailed words
When the only cry
Heard was the deep deep
Down inside cry.
How to cry!
Without wells and rainbows
To mark mistaken tears
With forsook ancient words?
The sky’s reign- hit
So hard so what
Else could be said?
Stunned-In
Such awe from
A hand so divine.
What word...
How could…
What…?
We called it God.
We call it God.
We still cry awe
For no reason at all.
We still call it.
Still say it.
Still cry out...
God.
Very Real Magic
2025.08.30
Saturday, August 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Good to be read by you again. O/
Sun's set on rising its shine, a new day is here.
Hope all's well with you.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Did anyone ever tell you it's all right to relax?
That's a good friend.
More than just good for your health, relaxing now and then is good for your worldly success.
When we relax we dream on purpose. We bring new possibilities into our life.
Bring new possibilities into your life.
Sunrise is always reliably new.
Sameness is a scientific smokescreen.
Today can be like yesterday, but never exactly the same.
The river is always water in motion. Always the same river, never the same.
Like you.
Life is always in motion, always moving to make new Life.
On a molecular level every rock is rolling. Every noun is the name of an atomic-sized dance number.
It's choreography.
A word is a name of the molecular choreography of what it represents.
See, Science can be beautiful.
And spiritual.
What keeps the molecules dancing?
What keeps every rock rolling?
What music does Life move for?
Where's the rhythm that taps every stationary toe?
"There was a Bang, a rather Big one, and now everybody wants to fall in Love."
- Scientist
There's magic and mystery in the world, in all things. We worked so hard to forget.
Who's idea was that?
Not yours.
Let it go.
It doesn't serve your desire for a good life.
What we focus on and how we focus on it does.
Best to focus on the very real magical ways of the world with a sense of wonder.
Relax, discover a new dream or two to increase the quality of your life, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎛️control_knobs
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a good witch sitting on a rock in a river watching the sunrise in the style of a magical cross-hatching vintage anime illustration.
When You're Brave Enough
2025.08.27
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Heaven's slow turn of the dimmer switch we call sunrise.
Welcome Back. O/
Good day vibes in the air.
Hope you feel them, too.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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When did this journal become a place for inspiration?
It's whatever we put words to... it's what wants saying, singing, first thing in the morning.
I take notes.
I share what the air wants to say with poet whims and wishes and wonders.
"Breathe..."
Each sunrise sounds that chord.
Our lives are a process of translating sunshine.
Take a tip from the flowers and trees, photosynthesis is the way of all things.
Even a spaceship needs the Sun to recognize the Moon.
Even astronauts eat sunlight for breakfast.
I got poems aplenty, stories too on the way, but there's something about each sunrise that deserves its own song.
Welcome to Wonder Fell. O/
Sometimes humanity's hollers; he said, she said, they said, them said(s) feast on the light.
That's all right.
Clean them up with a few breaths, a paragraph or two, let the Sun remind you you're alive.
Look up, close your eyes, feel the light, compare it to your favorite blanket, cloak yourself in it, open your eyes, walk in the light, share it, show it, shine it to the world.
Every sunrise is a gift when you're brave enough to recognize it.
Be brave enough, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍭lollipop
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a sunrise over an enchanted forest in the style of a magical abstract realism painting using stark shadows and soft light.
Oh...
2025.08.05
Tuesday, August 05, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Another day, another way to say, "Good morning."
Wildfires in Canada make a different kind of cloud, a different lens to filter the sunlight.
Hope you're well.
On with our show...
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Fire and water have something in common: They both make clouds.
There's the fluffy white rain droppers and the billowy smokey haze displayers... both clouds.
See, even fire and water have something in common, a shared experience, something to discuss, a reason for friendship.
Smoke for a forecast seems a good time to talk about the weather.
Reverse engineer the blaze, prevent another, and onto brighter days.
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How's the day?
A Transition one, for sure, here.
Smokey skies and that feeling something new showed... a larger than usual large (and they're large by definition) elephant sauntered into the room and no one's mentioned it.
Should you say something?
Did they already discuss it?
Is this a normal occurrence?
A larger than normally large elephant sauntering into the room?
Is this normal?
Perhaps it's just what happens on Tuesdays.
That must be it... you're new here.
Remember: Larger than large elephant sauntering into the room without mention is Tuesday's business as usual.
It's eating everyone's lunch.
Maybe it's National Feed a Hungry Stealthy Sauntering Elephant Day?
You didn't get the memo.
You seldom do.
Guess the office will skip lunch for the sake of the obviously acceptable elephant eating everyone's lunch.
Oh...
Now it's knocking over the fridge with its trunk.
Isn't anyone going to say something?
There goes the office food supply.
Hey. O/
The World's on fire.
Thought you should know, thought you did.
Take care, state the obvious, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The New Blue
2025.08.01
Friday, August 01, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Early... still July in California.
How are you? O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Time zones.
Time is a much more practically interesting thing in an Internet Age.
If you were reading this live from the West Coast, USA as I wrote it, I'd be writing to you from tomorrow.
A different day, a different month.
It's numbers; it's math.
We require language more than numerics to best express our experience.
There we are.
Here we are.
Happy tomorrow. Welcome to today West Coast!
If you're from California, no wonder you're always late... you're so punctual.
New York's children are in the cafeteria having lunch when California's kids are just getting on the bus.
Blame it on the sunrise, on the arc of the sphere.
That's an interesting topic for a Doctoral Thesis: The Real World Effects of Time Zone Differences in The Modern Age.
Go for it, soon to be Doctor.
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Now we're all here, what's new?
Tsunami got your mommy?
Volcano spoil your lawn?
Flood drown your hopes?
Hurricane blow your dreams away?
How's your recycling campaign?
More trash in the blue bin than the green?
The winds of change showed up.
No one but Dorothy and Toto expected they'd be tornadoes, though.
Unless you go for that whole 'End of Days' theory.
But, as we just finally got California into the same day as us, we're back to just one day... so it is truly the End of Day(s).
Literally.
We could blame The West Coast's tardiness on their predilection for wildfires, but we know it's the angle of the Sun's fault.
Speaking of faults, let's not forget earthquakes.
Nature is really shaking things up, lately.
Did you know the Ocean is a whole new shade of blue?
Really.
Ask your AI bot buddy.
They'll fill you in.
If you're asked, "What's new?"...
"The Ocean's Blue," is probably one of the best answers.
Why's the Ocean a different color?
Because something changed on a 'It's such a big deal, it changes the color of the whole ocean' level.
But paparazzi say she, you know her, had a bad hair day.
It's probably the fault of the New Blue water.
Only so much a new designer shampoo can do if the whole world decides to change the nature of the tides.
But no worries, AI can comb her hair.
"Where's the uppity positive Ghos+, Wynn?"
-Dedicated Reader
Waiting on the sunrise...
It's here.
It's an entry on priorities and time.
There's looking good and there's dodging volcanoes.
There's hair dryers and there's hurricanes.
There's a comfortable bathtub and there's another flood in Texas.
And it's not your problem.
And there's 'yet'.
Let's get together, clean up our acts to clean up our house, make sure our outfits don't clash with the new ocean blue, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Our Lawns Grow Gardens
2025.07.26
Saturday, July 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hello. O/
Another one, a day, on the way, for you.
Glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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What's new?
The weather seems a little extreme this year, so far.
We predicted climate change; we predicted right.
It's long past due we get together and take more active measures to take care of our house.
Not for tree hugging's sake, for 'I prefer not to see a flood, a hurricane, a heatwave, when I look out my window's' sake.
Though, there's nothing wrong with hugging a tree.
He's nice enough to give you air to breathe.
Least you could do is shake the guy's hand... maybe offer him a glass of water. (The unpolluted type you give to friends, of course.)
We get greener.
I believe AI and the rise of machine assisted living brings with it greener pastures.
We develop a better understanding and respect for growing things. Our thumbs go greener. Our lawns grow gardens.
We keep an understanding of the ways of Nature in mind when we build.
We build with Her, not just from Her.
The World is a living thing.
She works in a certain way, like our own bodies do.
The better we care for Her, the better She can care for us.
We know this, though.
We've neglected incorporating Her ways into our day to day building for so long. Our ways of living we insist on mean Nature has to adjust in other ways to sustain them.
Like floods. Like hurricanes. Like heatwaves.
With AI advancing so quickly so many people are going to be out of work real fast.
There's plenty of work to be done in cleaning up our house, in getting our ways more in sync with The Earth's.
So the sunshine is always a reason for joy.
Take care, think about the air, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Joys of Personification
2025.07.22
Tuesday, July 22. 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
> print ('Hello World. O/')
Hello World. O/
How prompt of you to make it for sunrise.
Puns and funs and gobbledygook, more than a book; it's a journal at sunrise for the sunrise, for you.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A good Summer night to leave the windows open to let in some air and the smells and sounds of bunnies in the backyard.
Waves of the rabbit's late late night picnic pressed the alarm clock button on Abe's flannel bowtie collar to call me awake.
Abe still without thumbs was grateful for me opening the door so he could reach the rabbit's impromptu picnic on time.
Bunnies aren't much for planning ahead.
No invites were sent out.
Abe made it in time enough to catch sight of them running away.
Now he's back to the loveseat and I'm back to the lines.
In case you wanted to know the time, now you know.
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The sky remembered it's blue today and wears it with a shine.
"Ain't no clouds on me."
- Proud Sky
It's a joy to personify animals and any object.
Fun, for sure.
But it also gives you a better understanding of your relationship to the thing personified.
If you ever swear at your laptop, or computer, you understand the experience.
None of that:
"That's something for creative types to do, Ghos+. I'm very practical... ugh! Stupid laptop quit lagging or I'll toss you out the window... do better!"
-More a Creative Type Than They Realized Reader
Maybe give your laptop a name.
Bob works.
Bob is for certain to treat you better than Stupid Laptop.
Certainly tougher to throw Bob out the window than Stupid Laptop.
Abe, for another example, is a much better friend than Mutt Hound Dog Love Puppy from Texas.
If you're concerned about gender and don't want your laptop feeling boxed in by the pressures of close minded history books, name it Pat.
Pat is where gender neutral is at.
This tablet's name is Tab cause she's fab (and punny).
She because she births my letters.
I could start a long paper on the ins and outs of gender identification.
Or I could just provide a link to where I spelled out my views already.
Unstated for so long rules of our society we're taking a look at and reconsidering...
Good for us.
But just because a thing can be changed that we hadn't considered possible before doesn't mean it should be... or shouldn't be changed.
It means we now have a choice where we hadn't seen one before.
There's more opportunity for growth.
It means we should talk about it and redefine it.
A man that wants to be a man is a man on purpose and so has an understanding of what that entails.
How we as a society agree to define each gender is what's up for discussion.
Nature is very clear in Her (She's a birth machine momma) expectations for each sex.
People's expectations, not Nature's, are what's on the table for discussion.
Take care, love people not politics, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Consider the Light
2025.07.20
Sunday, July 20, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The Sun's still not up over Sleepytown.
+he Ghos+ sat in the dark with his sleepy dog...
Hello. O/
Hope your day goes well.
Now it's time for a spell.
Here, at last, we go.
Now, at last, it's on with our show...
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Sunrise shows an off-white fitted bedsheet for a sky.
Only a few songbirds to start.
More stretch, shake their feathers, and sing to rise.
A chorus of colorful wings for an alarm clock, when you're brave enough to recognize it.
I did write before that a sure cure for depression was a prescription to wake up for two months of consecutive sunrises.
An though no modern medicine machines contacted me to disagree, The Ancient Medicine still sings true.
It's like walking into a movie that's already started; waking up past sunrise is a game of catch-up.
If you have a favorable consistency developed in your schedule, you know most of what's occurred early in the day suits you.
Your assumptions are, for the most part, passable enough to enjoy the rest of the day.
But, if you should feel something lacking in your life and you never watch the sunrise, there's a good chance you'll find it there if you're brave enough to look.
"I'm a night owl, Ghos+. I prefer staying up late."
-Contemplative Reader
If it serves you well, keep it going.
But do check-in on a sunrise or two now and then to see what beat you're missing, why you feel off-key.
The night has its own music.
The sunrise tunes the symphony.
You see, in terms of The Whole Universe, night is the default state.
Sunshine is here for us, to give Life itself.
Sunlight begs definition.
Because it is literally all we've got.
Your relationship with water defines so much of your day.
How much you drink, shower, is it raining?....
Dirty water makes for a dirty day.
The quality of each sunrise, the properties, angles, refractions and reflections of light determine the health of every plant and every person.
Birds know the importance of each sunrise.
They sing their songs into the light.
A reaffirmation of Life.
Take care, consider all the light you're given, and make wonderful this wonderful day.