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1. Entry for March 25, 2008

There's energy at the tips of our fingers. This force extends outward, but also inward. What we use our hands for inevitably returns to us, as energy is a system that is at its best when shared. Today, I'm planning for a journey northward. I'm taking time to reflect on what is important in life, mostly my friends and family. When I was sixteen I took these for granted. When I was eighteen I thought I had very few. But now I understand that these people were the undergrowth of my potential, the seeds waiting to be appreciated, and all I had to do was provide care. Now, it is what I care about the most. Thus a journey to see such a loved one enhances these feelings. Perhaps we all need to travel, despite the expense, to rediscover the love we share, the energy that expands from the tips of our fingers outward.

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