Optimism
Happily Ever After
2025.06.14
Saturday, June 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
High five. O/
Good to be alive.
"Why so much congratulations, so early, Ghos+?"
- Genuinely Curious Reader
Sometimes, while we sleep, we dream a thing done.
We know everything starts with a dream, but everything ends with a dream, too.
Within the words 'The End' you find a grab bag of dream choices.
What happens after the story is over is your new dream's purpose to decide.
Happily ever after happens, but it's dull without an audience.
What happily ever after actually means is: 'It was worth it.'
"Happily Ever After = Win."
- Wynn
O/
On with our show...
Rain. Gentle. Quiet. Steady tapped puddle tops in mounds of mud.
The Sun is quite comfortable keeping the white pillow top comforter on and staying in bed.
How's your day?
Simple?
Simple days, though neglectfully forgotten, are some of the best days.
A quiet day at home can still be a great day depending on how you spend your quiet.
There's no telling how much good a daydream can do until you daydream it.
Everything starts with a dream.
The best, most successful people at life, dream on purpose, with purpose.
You should, too.
Pick something and dream a way to achieve it, at least a first step.
Then, take the step.
Plenty of people and places can tell you excellent methods for taking steps towards your dream.
But you have to have a dream first.
Take care, take a quiet day, keep it simple, dream on purpose with a purpose and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Sentence Like a Word
2025.06.05
Thursday, June 5, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Top of it! O/ The morning, that is.
A formal hello from your informal, very ironically, personable Ghos+.
Tux or evening gown, pajamas or hoodie, oh goodie another sunrise.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Pastel powder slow fade lightshow sky this morning.
Spring passes the sunlight to Summer. Another hot day on the way.
Traffic whooshes and wahoos its way to work on the Interstate.
Hope your commute, wherever you're going, is a good one.
Maybe you picked a new playlist, or went with the regular reliable one, or live radio surprises with just the right songs to grace the speakers in your car.
A robin atop the chain link fence surveys the yard, swoops! a smile face pattern to the taller fence across the grass.
One of these days you'll get it right.
That dream you've been meaning to do will start to show steps to accomplish it.
Perhaps that's today.
It does help to visualize its success first.
We should always begin with the end in mind.
If there's no destination to enter into the GPS, directions don't matter.
Paths are places for arbitrary footsteps if you're going nowhere.
Slow to pick a destination this morning; sometimes the day just works. There's nothing to stand out, not much to say.
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I used a semicolon in the above paragraph; I thought of a writer's reluctance.
In terms of literature, the semicolon is a private moment shared, an inside joke or confidence.
You and I know the two concepts make a distinction. There's a definite sub-textual importance shared in the ideas.
A semicolon treats a sentence like a word.
There's a relationship between the two that makes a new definition.
It's a great literary tool, and a shame so many writers shun it.
There's an earned intimacy with your reader necessary to make it work.
The two images each sentence brings to the work go together in an important and distinct way to serve the work.
The contrast is the most important message, not each singular clause, the relationship between the two.
What went before coincides with what follows.
A semicolon is a second sentence that learned from the first.
It's the work learning from the past to better define itself.
"Oh, the memory of that caused you to do that? Oh, that thought or experience led to this one? Oh, I get you. I see why you made those connections."
- Well Earned and Trusting Reader
The expression of the 'why of the connections' is what a semicolon expresses.
It's a single idea; it's one clause.
Take care, watch your grammar, punctuate conservatively with flair and make wonderful (with or without an Oxford comma) your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
From Coffee to Tea
2025.06.04
Wednesday, June 4, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Steady on Poet.
Steady on Ghos+.
The words don't write themselves.
Hello, again. O/
Glad you're here.
The coast is clear.
+he Ghos+ is here.
So glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
I know it is somehow.
Hope you're brave enough to see it.
I know you are somehow.
So... here we go.
On with our show...
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Did you miss out?
Were you busy doing something good for someone else and missed out on something good for you?
Maybe illness got in the way, had to put your dreams on hold?
Stop playing catch up.
You get to work on those dreams now, so get to work on those dreams now.
Don't rush, don't rest, do your best.
Like humble me. O/
Sun's up; sky thinks it's white.
Blue starts a soft reminder.
What's up with you? Anything new?
I'm sure there is. Take a look and see.
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Theme for today? Prismatic static, what's in the way. Get in tune. Find your harmonies. Shine your color clear. The rule is clarity. Be clear. Be quiet. Be calm so you can project your best image on the world and live to see it real.
Uplifting words today.
Hope your day meets your expectations.
Hope you expect miracles.
A little more than warm day to follow the cool morning to signal Summer soon.
Hope my words find you well preparing for a positive season change.
I went from coffee to tea the past few days. The change is remarkable.
Still the lift, still the boost. But Tea is a kind friend's encouragement, not a Drill Sergeant called Coffee.
Maybe you'll give it a try. You'd be surprised how much more you get done.
How the quality of your work increases when you walk it don't run it.
Not to mention the time saved not having to go back and clean up after the rushed job.
Coffee has its place, still. Just not All. The. Time.
I write these every morning. I don't edit other then when I transfer them online.
A word or two, a misspelling, some shifts of paragraphs for graphical aesthetic upgrades.
I take my time. I feel the sentence. I go with the flow.
It's easy to do when you do it for sometime everyday.
A few decades of days makes editing only a matter of rearrangement.
Though, I never edited much my whole writing life. I trust my voice, my perceptions, so I take my time. Care and individualized attention is in every sentence. It's not a slow process, not a fast process; it is The Process.
Vanity? No.
Trusting the record of the moment based on the feeling you have while writing it down.
The words match the sense image; the work is done.
Writing well isn't hard; it feels right.
A forced write is a forced read.
A rushed write lacks depth of moments; there's not enough time stored in each word.
"Zip! Zap! Zoom! What did I read? Well I'm done. Where's my coffee? Go!?"
- Rushing Writer/Rushing Reader
If you want to sit and read and remember the peace and emotions words can bring, recall the wonder recognizing another's dream that reading can bring, be reminded of the power of quiet moments to change your thinking, have the opportunity to see new dreams to add to your dreams to raise the quality of your life; you're in the right place.
Because I feel that way as I write. And I'm as honest as I can be.
What would be the point if I weren't?
The only thing worse than lying is lying to yourself.
It's my life, they're my words, tell 'em true as you can Ghos+, or go do something else.
- Ghos+ Talking to Himself
Thank you for your time spent sharing my dreams of each morning, take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Fat Buddha Goose Chase
2025.05.20
Tuesday, May 20, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Happy. \O/
Hello again. O/
It's time to talk happiness.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Everybody aims for it, wants it, looks for it, dreams about it... what is it?
What is happiness?
Where is it? What aisle in the grocery store is happy located in?
Do you know?
If you don't know what something is how do you know if you have it?
Some people chase happiness their whole life and have no definition for it.
They might already be happy.
How would they know?
"I know it when I feel it."
- Most People
Good.
Next time you do please take notes and share with the rest of us.
I start with OK when I start to think about happiness.
Which leads me to a word we don't use enough: Glad.
Aware you're okay and knowing it's a good thing, that's glad.
Glad is also the name of a company that makes trash bags.
This is not without irony or utility.
Got junk in your emotional life?
Toss it in a bag of Glad to be alive, then toss that bag out.
You'll be glad you did.
Glad is a sense that life, for you, is better because something happened.
It's tangible.
Happiness is a Fat Buddha Goose Chase.
One of those so important words that have so many different ways to understand they've almost lost meaning.
Words we cling to without common definition or understanding for other than we don't share the same understanding of them.
So important words like happiness, like love, like God.
So misunderstood and vague that we often mash the three together to compound our misunderstanding into a joyful 'Wow none of us knows what anything actually means and boy doesn't it feel good,' experience.
"Find Love, find Happiness... God is Love..."
Huh?
The three most important words to have a working definition for to have a good life, and we jumble-mash them together.
The intent of this post isn't to discuss the existence of God, only to say you best have some idea of your ideas on God if you want to have a good life.
Which brings us back to having some idea of what happiness is if we want to have a good life.
Confused yet?
Happily so?
There's a feeling, a presence, an awareness in moments that Life is worth living for moments like 'this'.
Those this moments are happiness at work. I don't believe they're sustainable. If happiness was something we could experience non-stop, we would have to call it just plain ol' OK.
Everything else would be a disruption.
But happy is always better than OK.
Save happiness for moments.
For me glad to be OK is the best sustainable way of living.
That's the best I've come to how to define a good life: Days spent glad to be okay with occasional feelings of happiness.
A moment spent in a burst of joy is a happy moment.
Abe for no reason at all I can measure, walks out in the yard, spots a squeak toy, and runs! for it, picks it up in his mouth, and runs! in circles with it, tossing it, catching it, stops, drops the toy, looks at me, pants, grabs the toy again and runs! and runs! and runs!
Happiness defined.
Take care, consider what happiness looks like to you, be glad you can and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Electricity Perhaps
2025.05.18
Sunday, May 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Boom. Crash. Snap and Bang. Heavy thunderstorm while we slept.
Even Abe flinched at a few strikes.
A rock and roll glow bowling lightshow in the sky.
How are you? O/
Zip-zap game face you got this place set your pace ready for Life?
Today's not your first rodeo.
On with our show...
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Lights. Camera. Forget the camera. Lose the lights.
Sunshine and a friend's eyes are enough for you.
About an hour before the first bird sings.
A new calm in the air.
Perhaps the lightning set a different charge to the atmosphere.
Perhaps each raindrop fell amped infused on a shock and singe therapy mission.
Perhaps The Earth runs on electricity like a modern home.
Perhaps lightning resets the generator, resets the cycle, stops, breathes and relights the electrical cross-current flow to make everything grow and go go go.
Perhaps black coffee and sugar sugar sugar zip the zap of every map plotted course to a day.
Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.
A word of wonder in this wonderful place.
Stars and stripes and plans for today on my mind.
New steps down a well-plotted path.
I do hope something new finds you and lifts your spirit a fraction or two today.
Some old dream reignites from electric electrodes hopping hope clouds in your mind.
Synaptic shocks wave hello to old dreams made new to re-spark their mission to be made real.
Poetic prose work in this morning journal. ^
Sometimes I write sentences just to see how they sound.
Off to practical things.
I'll be back later to make sentences for you to read another day.
Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
We Are Also Directors
2025.04.21
Monday, April 21, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
How's the day?
Have it your way?
No?
What you see is what you get, so change how you see what you're seeing into something good for you.
Redefine and rewrite the stories of the nouns in your life to better serve your idea of a good day.
You write the story of your own life.
Don't like part of your days? Edit it. Recast the scene. Reset the stage.
The whole world maybe a stage Shakespeare, but we are not merely players; we are also the directors of our days.
Don't like some of the people in your life?
Recast them!
Don't like where you live or work?
Redesign the stage.
About an hour till sunrise.
Spring cool is back.
A Dog's got to be fed moment looms.
Abe reminded me a couple of times already.
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There's more to write; there always is.
Writer's block doesn't exist.
What we mean when we say, "I have writer's block," doesn't mean we can't, all of a sudden, not write.
It means we can't, at that moment, write that.
That being your intended piece.
You can always write something.
For instance: "Thought I'd write a few sentences. The 'project' I desire to write is stubborn. Thought I'd make a few sentences to remind myself I can. If I were to write something for the project, I'd go with this or that, perhaps a good place to start is..."
-Writer Now at Work
Adiós, Block. O/
Hungry dog.
Take care, set your stage, act your shoe size not your age, laugh like a kid at least once, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Courage
2025.04.13
Sunday, April 13, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hello. O/
Good to have my letters read you again.
Good to have you read them, too.
Sun's up.
Soft drab white porcelain sky, a sometimes soft rain sky, up high and all around this morning.
On with our show.
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Oftentimes the difference between being brave and being stupid is whether or not you can stand back up after the fall.
Oftentimes the diagnosis for the cause of death is: Dumb.
Courage comes to me in words this morning.
A curious friend, it wants writing about.
Every story starts with hope, every step of every turn, scroll, or swipe of a page is made possible by a hero's courage.
Hope only floats, only wins the day with courage.
Courage carries Hope to a place called Reality: The summary of every story.
What hope do you have to be courageous about in your life?
Is it time for a new adventure?
Do you continue an old one?
Have you finished an adventure and just been too busy multitasking others to recognize it?
Recognize it today.
Chances are very good you've won so much you never gave yourself credit for.
Give yourself credit.
Treat yourself to a thank you.
If there is something good in your life, your choices put it there.
Thank yourself for your choices.
I thank you for reading me, while I humbly thank myself for the opportunity for you to do so.
To be well enough to share words with you as often as possible, was my hope for so very long.
Good work, Ghos+.
Take care, recognize you're a hero for yourself somehow, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Mornings Like These Moments
2025.04.09
Wednesday, April 09, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hi. O/
How’s the world around you?
Something new?
Something tried and true?
A little of both, I’m sure.
Thanks for reading.
On with our show.
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Long sleep, vivid dreams; how about you?
Get up early? Go back to bed?
The Sun comes up on sleepers and go-getters; either way there’s a day everyday, every time, you open your eyes.
Sounds like stating the obvious, but we do at times forget Life is given to us, not as a burden, as a gift.
Make your world worth the recognition that you received a present when that spark so many birthdays ago set you alight to see the light of a new day.
That’s a good way to live: Always in thankful wonder, steps of gratitude to the next task at hand.
It’s only idealistic if you refuse to live it, only a dream if you keep it hidden from your hands.
Been a long time living this writing life kind of dream for me. It’s the only one worthwhile to me.
Through fighting ill most days, through the everyday tasks we share, it’s always here.
Every checklist I ever wrote since my teens had the same task on it: Write.
Finally healthy enough, I set out, not to catch-up, but to spend my days doing what I love most, what was so neglected from having to fight to stay alive just for the chance do so.
It’s important I take moments like this morning to remind myself mornings like these moments spent writing like this were not possible.
Important I congratulate myself for the win.
Thank you again for reading. I hope you found something you love enough to want to have in your life everyday. Hope you’re brave enough to build your life around doing it everyday. Hope the loud of the world doesn’t keep your joys from bringing you joy.
There’s a place for your dreams to be real, but only if you make one, protect it, and like a garden care for it by returning to it and giving it the great care it deserves every chance you allow yourself.
If your worldly success keeps you from your best dreams of yourself, it is not a success; it is someone else’s idea of what a successful life looks like for you.
I do hope you take time out, decide what is truly important to you and build your world a safe, comfortable, encouraging place to see those dreams made real.
That’s my hope for you.
Find your best dream of your life and work to make it something beautiful everyday.
Wake up each day and keep it going.
Take care, feed your dreams (and your dog... Abe wanted me to remind you), work your dreams, congratulate yourself once and awhile while you watch them grow, while you make a wonderful day. O/