Furr II...

This morning I attended a Zoom guided meditation and journaling gathering. It was my first time attending this particular group. 

The host posed a prompt about a future self and what we envision as a future self.

Who would I be in the future? Who do I want to be?

I thought of dying; that is what awaits each living creature. 

And then Wolf appeared. She first appeared in a March 2024 meditation.

And here she was again.

I do not have any fixed belief regarding the afterlife; other than I do not believe in a burning hell or in eternal torment.

Do we stay in a "sleep" state until Jesus returns to call us up together in the air?

Do we reincarnate into another form or human?  

Do we simply cease to exist all together? 

None of us really knows, though some may claim they "know." 

I used to claim such. I didn't just believe; I knew. 

People have had near-death experiences, and I do not doubt (most of) their stories. 

Are those experiences an actual reality of fact as to what happens after death?

Or are they prompted by beliefs, subconscious dreams, cellular memories, energetic signatures, or other metaphysical happenings?

Wolf...
Could that be my future reincarnation?
I do not know, but I do believe Wolf appeared again to help me in this moment of life.
My mortality has been on my mind more lately, due to two recent deaths of family members. 
And there have been multiple friends who have passed in the last few years. 

After he guided today's meditation, the host offered a prompt for journaling: "What questions would I ask of my future self?" 

I wrote the following in answer to the prompt:

Hello Wolf, my future me.

I don't know what to ask you. But I feel you've already instructed me -- to be free, to let go of worry, to stay connected to Earth and the mountains and my family, 

And to howl -- to make my voice heard. 

And in that howl, others will find magic.

My voice matters.

My voice counts.

Wolf responds:

And remember to play, to frolic. 

You may never be able to run again, but for now, you can ride your bicycle.

In the future, even if you have to give up cycling, you can dance. 

And if you must dance in a chair -- if your body is unable to make the movements -- your heart can always dance.

Then I ask:

But how can I get my home organized?

Wolf responds:

It already is. You know where to find the things you need.

You simply need to organize so that when you pass, S & J can easily find what is needed. 

So that is really all you "need" to organize. 

The rest of it?

Just take your time.

I know you want to be able to host J's family, so keep that in mind as far as how to move forward and the next thing to do.

Below is the poem I wrote on March 24, 2025, after Wolf first appeared in my meditations.
Magic again happened today.

Furr... 

Today, Magic happened...

I became one with Wolf

Exhilaration, freedom, fully-sensed

Running unencumbered through the wild

Pausing as my instincts direct

I smell the deep, dark, pine forest 

I howl in primal connection

Aware but not afraid

I was created for this romp

These woods, wild

These woods, raw

These woods, real

These woods, home

Following a trail, blazing a trail

I live, I thrive in these elements

Purpose, navigation, sacred connection

Heeding the call to which I was born

Today, Magic happened...

~*~ 

The title of my poem (but not the stanzas) is borrowed from Blitzen Trapper's song,

Furr...