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June 6, 2004
The activities I depend on to recharge the soul batteries are lately starting to feel just as harried frantic and rushed as the activities I'm supposed to be relaxing from. It seems the mind is always moving ahead of the present, solving the crossword puzzle of the next moment before it is finished with the task at hand. Transplanting seedlings, sharpening and fitting a plane blade, chopping dovetails, writing, these are the doorways to reality that formerly brought on the peace of focused attention; these days, the mind takes that peace hostage and auctions it to the future's highest bidder.