The Sun Thinks You're Important
2025.01.28
January 28, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Up and at 'em.
O/ Your friendly Ghos+ to wish you a better day and plop a post on the blog.
On with the show.
Slow word rhythm this morning. What do the words want to say?
Obvious things.
Abe on the loveseat, deeper sleep than usual. Good dreams for the good friend.
The slow sunrise of winter taking its time.
Like the words.
How are your words? Easy to find?
Where do they stay before we say them? Memory hills? A great human server called History?
What else to write about but miracles?
Magic, perhaps.
Magic is what's undefined.
Easy to find with a sense of wonder.
Some of the best writing comes on a stubborn day of words.
The world hasn't said it yet and wants you to.
Like translating an ancient language, the sense of language shows, but what's it saying?
Words missed and missing.
We haven't changed much over the millennia. Better structures to live in, better ways to communicate.
What we want to tell each other remains the same.
About how our life, our particular experience of life, matters.
We have something to offer because we're here. Our life matters because we are matter. We have something to contribute because we share this space called Life.
We deserve recognition because we can be recognized.
The Sun thinks you're important enough to see.
That's enough proof for me.
Take care, recognize you're worth Life, and have your better day.
