Coming Home

It was a bit of a shock to see frost on the trees as I drove home today.  Yesterday in Portland, Oregon it was T shirt weather with clear blue skies.  Got a rare glimpse at both Mount Hood and Mount Saint Helens.  But there’s something about coming home.  There’s a sense of comfort that doesn’t depend on clear skies and mountain views (good thing since the Alaska Range was no where in sight!).

As I think about it, I realize that the comfort of home is cultivated just as steadiness and ease are cultivated in an asana.  There’s effort put into creating a home.  It’s great to get out and shake things up.  It’s also great to come home.  After all, it’s where the heart is.  Hmm, maybe I was home all along.


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