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Million Dollar Baby was a good piece of work. Carried a lot of messages--and sadness as well as exhilaration. Freeman, Swank, and Eastwood all did good work--lots of feeling and humanity in their characters. Script was well done--simple and not verbose--clean and clear.

Woke up early this morning. No reason to do so, but I did anyway. Got up and did a round of Qigong, gulped some kefir, went out for a breakfast (scramble and OJ at midtown cafe), read some, surfed some, got a haircut, bought some clothes (to cover my skinny self), wasted time, went to L's for some Pad Thai and fresh fruit, had an ice cream and now want to take a nap.

Energy is on and off today. I can feel it when it's on and when it checks out. It's like a circuit that sometimes makes and sometimes doesn't. Intermittent. Not continuous in one direction or the other. Bouncing back and forth like a ping-pong ball.

Becoming late Sunday evening now and the shadows are starting to form, to unravel and blend with the coming night.

Just bounced out and set up a new blog site -- Qigong. Was amazed that the name was available. Nothing but an empty site right now, but there's room to play. Just what the doctor ordered--a site for insights. I am suddenly electrified by the possibilities, the potential.

The signs and signals seem to be pointing me into new domains, new places, new possibilities. Only need to follow the indicators. Follow the yellow brick road or maybe the Yellow Emperor. Click my heels and see what appears, what manifests. Somehow, it is all different this time--new flow. Not the same old patterns, but something more open and malleable.

Anyway, a moment's thought becomes reality. Now, I just need to fill the space with creative elements. I thank the universe (and bloggerville) for the opening. Let there be Qi and as much light as I can command. With wondrous joy, I continue with the dance.