Ask a Ghost to Dance

Saturday, April 05, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Words and deeds, what feeds us all…

O/ Welcome back.

Sunshine find you yet?

Still on its way here.

Hope it finds you well.

On with the show.

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Wow. Sometimes, at times, so much wants to be said.

A head on fire with so many dreams calling for a voice.

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You start writing. Pick one dream or none, scribble some lines, remember you love this stuff.

"There’s plenty of other things you could be doing."
- Your Honest Friends
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You love the work and the wonder of it, the way words weave witness to wishes and daydreams.

The way a song called a sentence sings in mind as your eyes sew the slants and scribbles of syllables into mindful measures.

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A dream can touch a dream; a reader can read.

But only if the letters are set down to share.

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Set them down. Share them.

Touch a dreamer’s dream with your storied dreams.

Ask a ghost to dance.

The written word shared is the spirit looking for a dance partner.

Thanks for the dance this morning.

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The Princess Pata Chronicles continue…

Abe has a patch of the yard committed for digging.

He scratches dirt until he reaches the soft soil, tosses some behind him, then lays down on the comfortable mound.

He made his bed; he lies in it.

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Yesterday he softly set The Princess down near the patch, scratched a new hole, tossed the soft soil into a mattress, gently lifted Pata with his teeth and set her on the new bed.

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He walked his route around the yard, a security officer’s patrol, returned to his own mounded bed, softened the soil with a few scratch marks, walked to The Princess’ house, swept her off her plush paddled feet, placed her in his bed and laid down with her.

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Lovers in the springtime too soon to be grass watching songbirds sing new nests together in oak trees and pines.

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A dog’s daydreams of love rehearsing at a slow steady pace for the inevitable pull of Spring’s pulse and push to make a new life.

We call it Love.

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Abe dreams quiet introspective dreams under oaks and pines to find a definition of love suitable for a dog. A workable paradigm in preparation for Spring.

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Important work, any act is only as meaningful as the meanings we bring to it.

Abe’s wise; he takes his time.

There’s more to life than speeding it up.

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Take care, take a breath, prepare your dreams for Spring, and make a wonderful day.

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+he Ghos+

S. Wynn

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