From Coffee to Tea

Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell 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...

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.

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.