Wolf House Fables
Short, first-person reflections to help see yourself with clarity, curiosity, and deeper self-belief. These are tools you can use on a walk, between meetings, or whenever you need to reconnect and fall in love with who you’re becoming.
Wolf House Fables
Right On Time
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A short meditation reflection on daring to believe there's no destination other than right here, right now.
I start today reminding myself that there's no such thing as a destination. Deep breath in. And out. Can that possibly be true? The story that we've been given from childhood is, what are you gonna be when you grow up? That's a destination. I sit back, take time, to feel my feet on solid ground. They're somehow content, not being anywhere, but right here. Deep breath in. And out. I feel my seat in my seat right now. Anchored. In cahoots with my feet to just be here now. Deep breath in. And out. I want to believe in stories pulled by hope, heading somewhere, and and I want to unravel the unhelpful parts. Left hand on the heart. Here's where the contentment signals begin to wane. My wonderful dreamer of a heart, the great believer of destinations, the lover of Saturday morning cartoons who wants to give the adults a good answer when they ask their favorite question. Today, I want to start small, actually. That's the wrong word. I want to start so infinitely huge that I realize how silly it is to strive toward anything except being right here. Who do I want to be when I grow up? This. I want to be this version of me. I want to delight in whatever sights and sounds are just around me, right here. I want to give myself a silly game right now. Like hunting for the colors of the rainbow in order, to scan about, looking for Roy G Biv one by one. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. Do I know the difference between indigo and violet? Maybe. But I'm just gonna look for things one by one in that exact order. Roy G Biff I rub my temple with my left hand. This is where that white rabbit racing around staring at his pocket watch lives. I'm late, I'm late, late. Deep breath in. No, I'm not. I'm right on time. Deep breath in. I'm right on time. One more deep breath in. I'm right on time. The destination is wherever my feet, seat, and heart are. What do I want to be when I grow up? Dare to believe the destination is me. Little old wonderful meeting.