Ma
Mother Nature, spiritually speaking.
Happy Ma Day!
2025.04.22
Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hello. O/
Stars and stripes, whose got the pipes?
Pan dancing through a forest in the U.S.A on his way to play a melody or two for the red, the white, the blue.
Hope the satyrs in your life aren't bringing you strife, hope their woodwinds show Spring's great green grow show.
Hope your day is a good one.
On with our show...
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Blue misty sphere sends occasional gentle rain.
A day with precipitation still worth a 'nice day today' salutation.
Happy Ma Day, USA!
Mother Nature A.K.A.: Ma.
It's Earth Day, an excellent holiday.
Not for tree-huggers alone either.
For any enlightened soul that cares about the house they live in.
Like any home, if you don't clean-up the mess you make those around you, or those after you, have to if they want to lead a good life.
The dirtier the house the harder it is to have a good day.
If you find yourself in a loop of bad days for no reason you can put your finger on, get your hands dirty and clean-up your space.
Rearrange, decorate, grow.
Your space is meant to serve you.
Make it comfortable, a joy to look at, a storehouse of what brings you health and encourages growth.
Ma is the space we share.
We have to care for her the way we do our own homes or she can never bring us peace.
Discomfort and greedy need are the cause of every war.
Nature reflects our treatment of her.
And so, our current state of environmental affairs and our outlandish forecasts.
We have to take care of our house so our house can take care of us.
Be comfortable. Make certain your basic needs are met to serve your desire to grow your dreams of better days.
There are no better days without better circumstances or people around to share them.
When we make our lives better our surroundings improve.
This can be done in reverse.
Improve your surroundings, take care of Ma, and make a home for our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Some Wind with Moonlight
2025.04.10
Thursday, April 10, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
Another: If-you’re-in-the-Western-Hemisphere-you’re-probably-asleep mornings.
Or: Still awake.
A night owl sings your good morning song.
Hoot or tweet… glad you’re here.
On with our show...
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Bright moonlight tonight. Abe’s out under it. He finally wooed the squeaky heart out of Princess Pata.
He’s chewing on it in the moonlit Spring grass, lovers in the starlight.
How’s your day?
Moon dreams at noon?
Transition day.
Punto-Period.
Even this early, it’s apparent.
Something in the air, some wind with moonlight in it, a miracle spice in the meal to make it magic.
Do you know it too?
Did you know magic is real?
Now you do.
No more excuses for you.
Weave a spell, say it well, call it a prayer if that helps, let it be there, walk through your day the best you can while all around you your spell, your dream, weaves its make-believe to real and seen.
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Oh for a morning! Oh for this morning!
Do you ever find yourself singing for no reason?
No.
There’s always a reason for singing.
Even and especially if you don’t know it.
Maybe the world thinks you should be happy.
Maybe she knows you deserve to be.
Maybe every unmeant song sung is a Thank You card from The Earth.
Maybe every unintentional dance step stepped is a postcard invitation to celebrate Life.
Take care, wear some flair, know you’re rare, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
You!
2025.04.08
Tuesday, April 08, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Tomorrow!
You made it.
Let’s call it a day.
Which day?
Today, of course.
Welcome Tomorrow to Today. O/
Glad you finally made it to the party.
On with the show...
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Sun’s up soft happy dreary gardener’s hands for rays of light.
Sometimes the best thing to do is to stay in the bathtub and stew.
Mother Nature’s stew is the sky view this morning.
What’s the nearest window like a cellphone screen say about the world outside?
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It’s a new video game, a First Person Point of View Epic called: You!
Grab the controller. You! isn’t going to play itself.
An RPG, a MMORPG to be precise.
What job will you choose?
What skills will you go on quests to unlock?
Will you level up with friends or do solo missions?
A little of both is always best.
Saving the world is always done best with others.
What good is a saved world if there’s no one to share it with?
Plunge in hero! Learn as you go.
Everyday is another life, a restart.
Attempt the quest again, or if you finished it start a new one.
You got this.
Research hints and tips from history and press play then press forward.
The map is open world, the quests are yours to choose.
Choose ‘em.
Stack up wins.
Call the cache your life.
Your triumph of the best selling video game of all time called: You!
Take care, level up, and make a wonderful day (after you unlock the quest from the NPC, of course).
+he Ghos+
Red Moon, Read
2025.03.14
Friday, March 14, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Blood Moon!
Ma gets to see Her shadow.
Why’s it red?
A good question.
Shadow and light, what happens at night, hid but always there… a good question.
For a ghost. O/
Might as well ask a scientist what your shadow is for while you ask them to shed some light on why The World’s shadow is red.
Every shadow is red.
There’s a story that explains it.
Don’t bother searching for it.
Gotta find me first. 🤫👻
Stories and shadows on The Moon are best discovered at certain times.
Until that certain time.
Hello. O/
Lost my manners to The Blood Moon.
How’s the day?
Ma’s shadow is on the other side of The Moon… time for Spring!
Get your green on; it’s game on.
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Strange practical morning today.
Anytime The Moon crowds the conversation romance is involved.
Just a guy, his dog, some love poems and thoughts of you here.
¿Dónde estás chica bonita?
Spring wants what’s new.
How about me and you?
Moonlight keeps The World alive, rushes the tide, makes a bride of the beach; waters water with a way to fly.
Rain to rain down a purposeful dance called creation.
Life, and so Love, aren't possible without The Moon’s insistence to hold on.
Lovers embrace best at night under the reminder of Moonlight.
Get a poet writing on The Moon and you have an all day-fest of words on Love’s persistent insistence to make Life, to Keep Life Going.
Night light cheers on the day to make and make and make more and more and more.
Spring: Game on, get your green on.
Take care and make and make and make a wonderful night and day.
+he Ghos+
Koala Spring
2025.03.05
Wednesday March 5, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Boo. O/
Another installment of:
The House of +he Ghos+
Welcome.
Glad you’re here.
Everything in gear?
Good to hear.
Grab your gear.
Let’s go.
On with the show...
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Spring waves hello.
About 30 degrees Fahrenheit warmer than the same time last week.
January in New England is a rock song’s too long guitar solo.
“Can we get back to the lyrics, please?”
Mid-February to Mid-March brings the bridge, lows and highs make a new sound in the same song.
Come March’s end the song ends.
Spring takes the stage and presses play.
“March comes in like a lion, goes out like a lamb.”
- An old New England adage.
Lately more like:
"March comes in like an indecisive circus polar bear, goes out like a koala parked in a tree waiting for breakfast."
-Witty, charismatic (and humble) Poet
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Slow words so far, so lately so.
The long Winter chill just left.
Words on ice.
Talk on the weather Abe’s snoring type morning.
Early on-the-way-to work workers light up I-93 to junction 101 East.
A little early in the year for beach traffic; the headlights head east to work.
A Transition Day for sure.
Something(s) changed.
Hope all is well.
Take care, ignore the dog snore, wave hello to the tree climbing koala, ready for Spring and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Biopunk
2025.03.02
Sunday March 2, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hello. O/
Welcome back.
Another day.
Get your shine on and game on.
Hope you’re well.
On with the show...
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What to write about but The World?
Then scale it down.
Airplane thunder sound take offs from the airport nearby.
The barely-a-need-for-a-telescope night sky gives way to a white hinting at blue upside down bowl.
Color changing shape-shifting Mama Earth, thanks for the place to stay.
We think clouds are random shapes of hydration.
We can be such fools sometimes.
As if Nature, Power-house Tsunami Mami Earth didn’t plan ahead.
A girl’s gotta take care of herself you know.
We oughta help her out more.
If humanity is watched by Heaven above like a television show, we’re a daily episode of Hoarders.
“Why are they keeping all that…?”
The World turns, The Sun burns, stick a seed in the dirt, step on it, wait and you’ve got breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Care for the ground makes the food look, taste, and be healthier for you.
Make shelter, make beautiful things, take care of our house, and she takes care of us.
Simple.
We shouldn’t go back to living outside like campers, shouldn’t forego our modern conveniences, only make them fit better with what’s here.
Cyberpunk? Steampunk? No.
Biopunk.
We don’t make synthetics; we enhance and encourage and direct the ways already here.
The Earth has house rules. We know them. We need to use our tech to make it easier for forests to grow.
Want more paper? Make trees grow faster, fuller, more abundant.
Everything is organic.
Synthetic isn’t unnatural; it cycles out of sync with what best sustains the way of life that best supports the well-being of the house.
If you cook and eat healthy and never wash the dishes, the sink piles up. Clean ‘em up or find another sink.
We’ve been in ‘find-another-sink’ mode for so long.
We’re doing what we can to clean the kitchens of our ancestors to keep our house livable… to change the station from Hoarders to a show called, ‘A Good Life.’
Take care, clean up a little, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Consider the Reflection
2025.02.18
February 18, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
How are you?
Barking at inanimate objects blowing in high winds?
Get with Abe; you can start a club.
An interesting spat of weather the past week. Snow, ice, sleet, high winds.
Cold. Cold. Cold. Shouty Caps Cold.
Change. That’s the weather forecast.
Rush gusts to Spring.
Still a couple hours till sunrise. What to write about today?
Dreams, sleep, daily tasks in daily rhythms, a healthy diet, the call of breakfast, dogs, health, true wealth, the power of wishes in words?
You?
I do genuinely hope you’re well dear readers.
Words require an echo back, so thank you for the reflection.
Communication is valued by the response, not the expression: The Expression and The Echo.
If you want to measure the quality of your life, consider the reflection of your day.
Do you see a safe place to build a dream? Do you see your dream? Do you see the you, you know yourself to be relayed back to you?
A good person receives good images back, or that good person does themselves a disservice.
Time to move, good person.
At least change your approach.
Check your life’s reflection.
If you don’t see you, change your actions or change your location.
A good piece of advice to stop and do often: Look at your life and Consider the Reflection.
The whole world is a mirror: Consider the Reflection.
Take care, find peace and stay there, comb your hair, wash up, look in the mirror, like what you see (there’s always something, start there), and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Snowfall
2025.02.09
February 09, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Snow is of course water waiting for warmer moments to color the world green.
There’s no quiet I know better than a before sunrise still during snowfall still.
A cool white comforter covers the earth with the reassurance of ready rain.
Breakfast is in the freezer when the world wakes.
Just warm and serve.
About a foot when the sky is done.
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O/ How’s your day?
Calm and on purpose with purpose, I hope.
There’s always much to write.
So seldom snowstorms are at sunrise, though.
Better to go out with my Texas hound and watch him run around in snow drifts, hopping happy for his relocation.
Take care, make a snowman, make a sandcastle, make a smile, and have a better day.