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Mother Nature, spiritually speaking.
The Sense in the Sand
2025.07.09
Wednesday, July 09, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
At it again. O/
How's your day?
Rays of sunshine got you feelin' divine?
Good.
Hope today goes well for you and you get back what you give in ways that best serve your best kind of day.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Overcast. Patches of light rain. Around 20 degrees cooler than yesterday.
Hope you're cooler than yesterday.
You know you are.
You got this.
Sun's up.
Time to rise and shine, Sunshine Valentine.
When did the seasons stop appearing to matter so much to us?
We got better at building our structures.
Central AC and strong roofs.
But there's something more than snow a New England Winter has that Summer does not.
It's in the company you keep.
The friends in your house do so much to feed your spirit while they visit.
Every bloom in every garden during Summer creates a new environment to live in.
Autumn is a color parade art exhibition in New England.
Winter wants a fireplace in a warm room with hot tea and coffee.
Spring friends set the stage for Summer, all anticipation and growth.
Summer enjoys itself, sweats from the effort, wants a bath or an ocean to cool off in.
Have you thought as much?
What you read on your screen changes with each season, too.
Not just holidays and events, the rhythm of people.
It's easier to say yes to leisure activities in the Summertime.
Nature's done the heavy lifting and growing.
Energy abounds to enjoy what's She's made.
It's our turn to make something new from what She's given us.
We're a part of Her.
We can learn so much about how we work best through observation.
We all know the flexible trees willing to bend survive the harshest storms, while the stubborn ones snap.
We all see how this example applies to living a healthier life.
Nature is a metaphorical mirror for how to best live our lives.
Everything grows in a certain way.
Like it was arranged to do so.
Enter a long discussion on Spirit and Creation...
Or just look around.
There's intelligence at work in all things that didn't start in a human's mind.
What's up with that?
When you observe the intelligence of the world for a long time it becomes easy to see the sense in the sand, the divinity in the sunrise.
Take care, observe the world some, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Palace of Good Things
2025.06.13
Friday, June 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Nice for you to read me again. O/
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Real. Slow. Words.
The World is stuck in okay... on its way to good.
You good?
Good.
I'll see you there soon.
Just. A. Few. More. Words.
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Abe caught another rabbit yesterday. Same story.
Another push-button squeak toy gift for me.
The mother rabbit had a litter.
Abe brings me the babies.
She relocated.
Smart move.
Both Abe's gifts were from the same mother but with very different markings.
Two children of the same litter with such a different look.
Mother Nature sings variety.
If the world were purely for the sake of scientific sensibility every bunny would be one shade of brown, hop one certain way.
Evolution, variety of species, Darwin, blah...blah...blah.
Mother Nature loves to paint!
There's proof in your mirror; the sunrise in the sky.
How a thing looks matters, but not as much as what we look at.
When we focus on what's negative all we allow opportunity for is what's negative.
Your mind starts to seek out disharmony.
Because you encourage it to.
Fix it.
Find something positive, a smile, a laugh.
Hold onto it.
Find more.
Grow a palace of good things to live in from the good things you see.
Teach your mind to find what's right, and good, and true. Then, let it serve you.
It's not an exercise in naive optimism. It's dictating your terms. Defining what you accept in your life.
Because The Human Spirit is just and kind, when we allow only images of justice and kindness into our lives we're filled with a desire to live and live well.
So much of so much of what our screens show does nothing but drain our spirit.
I urge you to thumbs down a negative image or story today and thumbs up something heroic or kind.
For the sake of the quality of your life, for Life itself, shine a light on something positive, share it, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
For Just Dreams
2025.05.31
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Gentle rain falls hard.
How's your day?
Some rain like different cities quality of water is cleaner and clearer somehow.
The clarity of a drop of rain is a tangible thing; it's felt.
Clouds cast down clarity this morning.
Top shelf bottled water from some untouched mountain spring to signal the just about start of Summer.
Hope your day goes well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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We talk about the weather when we don't know what to talk about, but sometimes the weather is what's worth talking about.
Hurricanes and blizzards and flash flood warnings for instance.
But sometimes, like today, it's the gentle rain.
A soft sunrise through soft raindrops.
The kindness of water is so well-overlooked.
Sweet sunshine in saccharine puddles.
Valentine's Day candy and definitely not Halloween tricks and treats.
An 'it's a nice day to stay in and read a book or do nothing on purpose' kind of day.
Just hang out Saturday kind of day.
A video game with a good friend kind of day.
For the truly soulful dreamers, boredom doesn't exist. It's called quiet time. It's called necessity now and then.
A friend that asks, "Don't you get bored?" trying to help you out is a friend that needs helping out.
A life devoid of personal daydreams is a life lacking.
Today's rain soft with soft sometimes sunlight is a day made for just dreams.
When the whole world of people can each individually sit alone in a quiet space quietly for ten, for fifteen, for a half an hour at times and be comfortable and grateful for it, we'll have peace.
I'm sorry, but if you can't sit still comfortably alone for ten minutes you're every problem in the world.
You do yourself an injustice. You do us all an injustice.
You're missing out on a lifetime spent living in a wonderful dream.
Free yourself from your busy body, sit still and recognize a wonderful dream for it, move forward in your wonderful dream, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Shiny Green Mirrors
2025.05.30
Friday, May 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
You did it! \O/
Got Tomorrow to the party at Today's Place.
Even with GPS, Tomorrow was prone to getting lost trying to get to Today.
O/ Welcome, Tomorrow.
Ready for the party at Today's?
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Cryptic, elliptic... at times.
This poet's got beats, this poet's got rhymes.
He's humble, too!
The humblest poet ever!
Of all time!
You'll never meet a humbler poet anywhere.
Humblest. Poet. Ever. O/
How's your humble? Do you eat it like pie?
Some ice cream on the side to keep it cool?
Or fresh out of the oven so great and still no boasting hot humble hot?
"I'm just doing my thing. My work brings me peace and focus, feels like living. Glad you like it."
- Humble Reader Who Understands Humility
The work itself, doing the good deed itself, is the reward. A thank you, or congratulations, is appreciated and not necessary.
You do a thing because that's the right way to do the thing. Why would anyone else do it any other way?
Is there even another way?
True success is in the doing and not the done, the working and not the work.
The attention and love required to build a cathedral is different than what's required to build a house.
Unless we want to build a beautiful house.
Let's want to build beautiful houses, beautiful lives.
Every stone in every cathedral was placed to make a space to thank something divine for this thing called Life.
Gratitude is placed in the placement of every piece. The walls sing, "Thank you."
What do your house walls sing?
"Get-it-done," sports anthems I bet.
No wonder it's so hard for you to sleep, your house walls are a pep rally.
Slow down. The world wants witness not pre-fab Mc Mansions.
A garden does more for the health of a home than a perfectly cut lawn.
Too much of anything makes a burden; did you know lawns are bad for the environment now?
They're Mother Nature's parking lots. Solar glare overload for the Ozone.
Throw down some wildflower seeds, plant a tree, cut down on lawn-mowing time too, make a better view to look at, too.
Spring morning Ghos+ thoughts... what else...?
Hope your day is full of more color than a shiny green sun mirror.
You don't have to stop and smell them, but recognize a flower or two, thank a tree for keeping you cool and breathing, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Politics of Roses
2025.05.17
Saturday, May 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sweet songbirds of Spring.
Hello. O/
Quite a reception of chirps and tweets and whistles this morning.
Maybe a choir woke you up today, too.
I hope you noticed.
Welcome back.
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
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Peace on the mind again.
The fight we sometimes call Life doesn't feel like one.
Like a silent victory happened while you slept.
Good morning... peace.
What to write on? What to say?
When The World works with you, what do you say?
O/
That works for me.
Hope The World reflects the same for you, too.
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Coffee or tea, you and me, words to give sound to a sunrise.
That's what songbirds are for, to give each sunrise a new voice, to tell us what day it is, a daily planner page for Mother Nature.
Flowers and daydreams feed the same natural necessity.
Each rose, daffodil, and chrysanthemum holds its own fantasy, tells its own tale with every colored petal.
Have you noticed as much?
Nature wastes nothing, even Science says so.
So what's the use of the beauty of flowers?
Surely one color blossom is enough to feed any kind of bee.
Why the Crayola box of blooms Mother Nature?
Why the fashion show?
Color means so much more than we know, allow ourselves to see.
Not politically, racially, culturally: Naturally.
Life wants expression.
Our eyes are spectral crystals of blues and browns and greens.
Our skin the color of the dirt that best served the intensity of the sunlight of where our ancestors were born.
We look for differences to categorize when we should see reason to celebrate.
There's a reason a rose is yellow, is white, is red.
There's a reason for your skin more than the flesh can say.
A politics of roses is as absurd as the politics of pigmentation in our Nation.
There's a reason your skin is that shade, and Nature, and I, and roses know it.
It's as simple as simply Life celebrating living.
Vibrance is the language of flowers.
Color in the world is The World's creative expression of the dream called Life.
Color is The Dance of Creation.
I hope you're brave enough to see it.
A box of black and white and gray crayons makes possible only contour prisons for shades of dark and light.
Open your camera app, set the default filter to B+W, shoot the world on your phone screen.
Watch so much nightly news on the same screen and the pictures both look that way for the same reason.
Left aisle, Right aisle; Black and White, Either/Or existences show up there.
While the whole World dances in Color.
Shame on us for limiting our experiences of what's beautiful about us.
If every songbird wore the same color, and sang the same song, I'd go back to bed.
A lifetime listening tells me if that were the case, the birds wouldn't even bother to wake up.
There's wisdom in beauty, divinity in variety, take care, maybe notice it, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Branches That Make the Nest
2025.05.13
Tuesday, May 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Relax. Unwind. Grab a cup of coffee and your peace of mind and let's go.
On with our show...
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Peace.
Another Spring day in Peace.
It's like a world of birds colorful and consistent in the trees... peace is here when you recognize it.
It's Nature uninterrupted. A frictionless flow, the way things grow; that's peace.
It's why a deer is such an easy meal, Mother Nature despises violence, breeds necessity, feeds what's necessary to make Life grow.
Hate and acts that feed on hate, like some politics and all war, go against The Way of Life.
They build nothing but houses set on more destruction.
War is the antithesis of Nature.
A paradigm of Life based on a 'survival of the fittest' attitude that defines strength as a take care of myself only way, makes a world headed for self-destruction.
The eagle didn't make the branches that make its nest; you didn't build your cellphone. We depend on the quality of what's around us to determine the quality of our lives.
It's why Gandhi said: "Poverty is the worst form of violence." We can only be as healthy, as nurtured, as the quality our environment allows.
If you want Life, Alive!, help what feeds and shelters and loves you to grow, and be fed and sheltered and loved the rest of your life.
Life is an easy proposition: Feed and care for what feed and cares for you and make something beautiful from the space it provides.
Take care, care for what you love as your focus, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Great Dream
2025.05.06
Tuesday, May 6, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ WB. :)
How's your sky?
Overcast white-gray here. April's showers spilled into May, a big year for growth, lots of seeds to fill.
Setting the steps for an abundant show of flora and tree, tree, leaves, so many a plenty; plenty of leaves on each tree spectacle.
Ma sets up a fantastic Summertime color show.
A good year for farmers, a good year for the eyes too, the lungs too.
How'd you sleep?
Dreams creep or shine?
Either way hope you're feeling fine.
On with our show...
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Been quite a year for my morning journal. The usual solipsistic idiosyncratic big word stream of conscious what you thinking about today, just for me-show; turned into a how-you-do-here's-some-poet's-thoughts-for-you convention.
Hope it brings you quiet reflective moments, a chance to use your pocket screen to feed your wonder and not just wonder what the weather is self.
It's important, mandatory I'd even say, that we keep our imaginations at the forefront of what we think of when we think of ourselves, or AI will make us feel obsolete.
We're dreamers first, thinkers next, hungry stomachs last.
We've put that order in reverse for far too long.
Backwards thinking leads to de-evolution, looking like a cool catalog of human memory or not.
New dreams spark evolution. Knowledge means a finished dream. It makes a tool ready to make new dreams to grow new knowledge.
AI is a great finished dream ready to help bring to life a new understanding of what it means to be human, an opportunity to better use our dreams to evolve as a race.
AI can, and so should, foster, build, and operate machines to keep us fed.
Think of what we can dream and build together with our stomach's needs automatically met!?
Interrobang worthy, for sure.
This is not utopian thinking, but a plausible reality.
To make self-sufficient farm machines to grow and harvest food to feed us all.
It's easy to implement with the advances in AI.
The only thing in the way is a cultural shift in our thinking on what is important and a letting go of the past.
9 to 5 is obsolete when we're ready to start the process of evolution.
Dreams first. Thoughts, with AI's help, to implement those dreams. Physical sustenance cared for on auto-pilot.
A Great Dream to see done.
The technology is here to end world hunger when we're ready.
Are we ready?
Take care, answer a good ghostly question, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
If You're Mother Earth
2025.05.05
Monday, May 5, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
¡Hola! O/
¡Cinco! ¡Cinco! ¡Cinco de Mayo!
Time moves along,
So it's on with our show...
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Water.
Watching the rain.
A filtration process.
A cycle for cleansing,
For growth, for survival.
Rain falls, steam rises, cleans the air,
Falls back down to remake everywhere.
What we add to the water
We add to the whole World.
Ouch.
For us.
Everything we call a pollutant doesn't hurt The Earth; it hurts us.
The planet's been around millions and a lot more than that years. She just incorporates it into her way of doing business.
"Save the Planet," groups use the wrong words.
"Save Humanity," is the right way to say that.
It gets a more appropriate response, too.
Good ol' putting humanity at the center of The Universe gets us to that way of thinking.
Factories don't spit pollution if you're Mother Earth.
Some new relationship to incorporate into Her way gets sprayed into the air everyday.
But roses still grow in China,
The Sun still shines down.
Oak trees and not automobile factories,
Still make Michigan's World spin round.
Money spins humanity,
Nature spins the globe.
The Land doesn't mind plastic; it comes from Her.
Some thoughts on our house while the Spring rain falls this morning.
Hope your day goes and grows well.
Take care, breathe the air, and make wonderful your wonderful day.