On our walk tonight through the neighbourhoods of Cabbagetown and Riverdale we came across a dog walking herself down the street. Another dog walker asked if we knew the dog, noticed that she had walked back and forth across the street. I tried to get closer to her, and she started to bark as she walked toward a house. I stayed where I was and talked to her for a few minutes. She stayed where she was and kept barking. Her tail was wagging, but she was definitely telling me to keep my distance. After a few minutes of this, the door of the house she was standing in front of opened, and the woman asked if that was her dog, that she must've gotten out the back gate. Her owner said, "Don't mind my crazy old dog."
Okay, it's not a dramatic story, but it was the most exciting thing that happened. It was interesting how she wandered around her neighbourhood a little, and when she felt unsafe, she walked home. It's good to have a safe place in life to go to when things get crazy, or start to feel unsafe. Maybe it's a place, maybe it's the people that we find in that place, maybe it's just being anywhere with someone in particular. The real magic happens in life when we find that safe place within ourselves, when we feel at home all the time. If we can find equilibrium, balance, we can find that. I don't know many people who aren't rocked by the winds of life, and maybe we can only find moments of it.
Patañjali said in the Yoga Sutras, "When an individual has achieved complete understanding of her true self, she will no longer be disturbed by the distracting influences with and around her." And when that happens, maybe that's when we find home.