Springing from Post to Post

Wednesday, April 16, 2026

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Sweet bird tweet bird sunrise song, how's your day? O/

Hope it's as good as you and better than that. You deserve better than that.

Buckle up. Turn it to your favorite station or press play on your sent from Bluetooth morning playlist and let's get this day on the road.

On with the show.

Resolve. Do you have it?

How's that thing you've been working on?

Finished? Can you see the end?

Call it done or see it done. Time to move on kind of day.

That's the Morning Report from today's sunrise birdsong.

Punto-period that run-on sentence and onto the next.

Wide stretching words of encouragement, this journal's become more universal than personal.

A kind of universal-personal.

A sharing of ideas in contrast to some specific observations of the morning.

Hope it brings you some introspective appreciation for your life.

Been about a year since the idea found me and I began.

By June of last year the practice was well established.

What Wonderfell is now would become how I go about the business of my Morning Journal.

Checkout past entries if you like. 📓

I'd start with my birthday's post.

Maybe you will, too.

The backyard falcon's babies are fledglings jumping, flapping wings to flutter, hopping branch to branch.

Their proud mother watches over.

Abe spotted her, barked, realized what was happening, sat down and watched in quiet.

Spring falcon fledglings springing from post to post to join the world.

Thank you as always for reading, take care and make a wonderful, your wonderful, day.