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.