Another Kind of Music

Monday, June 30, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Hey. O/

Glad you're back.

Hope your day is going well.

Here we go.

On with our show...

Another morning with Dapper Abe and +he Ghos+.

Talk to the wall and take notes... sometimes the work feels that way.

But it's not a wall; it's this dream you're shaping.

When you can get it to look a certain way, sound a certain way, make a certain rhythm in a reader's mind, you can call it a job well done.

It's music; a writer's voice sings each sentence with the intonation of spirit.

You hear me while you read.

Only a strange idea until it's beautiful.

There's a another kind of music notes never know.

It sounds in your head as you read, as you remember that song you haven't thought of in years, or read your favorite writer.

I wonder how this sounds to you: O/

A circle. A slash. A wave.

Hopefully it's an, "Oh good, there's Wynn waving to us. It's not a party till he shows up. Let's get this party started," type wave.

Or just a signal that someone living and breathing like you puts down their words for you to remind you that you're not alone in life or in dreams.

We share the space.

We bring up dreams and science rolls its incompetent eyes.

I measure my dreams and call the measure my words.

You're reading some now.

Spirit is the texture of the music in your mind as you dream, as you read.

And spirit, that driving force of creation, moves us forward, dances so we may dance our dreams.

There's nothing esoteric here, just new words for ancient knowings.

You gotta dream it before you can do it.

Every brilliant mathematical theorem shown to every class begins with the professor's dream to pick up the chalk and write it on the blackboard.

A dream is always a necessity.

Take care of yours, make them beautiful before you start to make them, and make wonderful this wonderful day.