Plan It

Friday February 28, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Hello. O/ Welcome to the show.

If it’s your first time, relax and stay awhile if you like.

Just a poet’s morning journal with a link to some of his poems on the top of the page.

Some quite cool pics from me and Ms. Copilot to brighten up your picture-book screen as you read.

Hope your day is well, goes well.

On with the show.

Despite what the archaic Roman calendar would have us believe, the New Moon in February signals the start of the year.

Say Happy New Year at the end of March during the Equinox.

Spring starts. New life begins. Happy Birthday Green Glorious Globe!

Time, time, time; such a historical mess.

The calendar, as we know it, is just a very long time ago Emperor’s daily planner.

How to best manage the seasons of his Empire, not the Earth.

It’s out of sync with Life, out of sync with our rhythms.

One day we’ll be brave enough to examine and amend it to better shape the quality of our lives.

Sometimes I mention Abe’s squeak toys, too.

Sometimes it’s full disclosure GPOV (Ghost Point of View).

Gnome, dragons, magic; some days.

Writing itself, some days.

A rare current event, (so rarely worth mentioning), some days.

Sun’s up. Abe’s pre-Spring snore moved its line of sight out the window for a maybe sighting of a bunny, BOP or squirrel.

Every planet aligns today; Heaven is up to something.

Making puns like poets, perhaps.

Planning with the planets on a calendar far and away more accurate than any ancient Roman ruler.

Take care, espy the sky, smile because you want to at least once, and make a better day.