March 13th, 2009 by Hoopleton

I’ve been thinking a lot.

I’ve been swaying like I remember that blades of grass do in the summer.

I’ve begun to visualize everything that I don’t have but that I deserve.

There’s a place in Lincoln Square, in Chicago that I really like. It’s a fountain in a small stone plaza. I walk through there once a week but never stop. I just keep my head up and think warmly of the people gathered at the benches there.

There are regrets I have. Opportunities never taken. Friends I left behind. But the universe is what we make of it, the future is ours to manifest.

I’ve been saying goodbye to the life I’ve lived till now.

I’ve been embracing what I have and what will come.

You know, recently, I figured out what the prophets and the saints had always been saying. They never instructed belief in gods or other realms of being. It’s in this life that we find grace. It’s in this life that we can find the adventure that so seems too impossible to touch. We are not to believe in gods, but that we can be gods. Because anything is possible, all we need is to reach out and grasp it.

I see myself walking in an open field. The soil pooling at my feet. I reach down and run my fingers through the dirt. I’ll plant seeds here and tend to the earth. Green leaves will sprout through the crust. We can live off what the soil provides. Water from the rain and heat from the sun. We’ll build a home in the cracked shell of some long since dead four-lane highway.

The walls seem to come apart as I touch them. The very fabric of what I’ve always known to be absolutely true seems to dissolve. I can walk through brick. I can fly through the air. I have seen the future and I will travel through the past. There are no limits anymore, only the vibration of grass and the thoughts that make my mind.

Hoopleton.com is back on the air. Where we go from here doesn’t matter. It’s the journey that I care about right now.