Jeff Foster pointed out this week that the root meaning of the word ‘home’ is to ‘lie down’ or ‘rest’.

All seeking is really a seeking for home, a seeking for rest, a longing to finally stop seeking. We seek to feel the rest we experience when we find what we’ve been looking for. We attribute the feeling of satisfaction to the ‘thing’ we found, to the new lover, to the new job, to the new teacher or teaching.

What happens when we find something we’ve been searching for is a temporary moment of rest. For a short time at least, we’re home. The feeling of course doesn’t last and the search is picked up again soon enough.

The rest that you are seeking is the rest that you are. It is the rest found in all things, the empty, open space in which everything appears. Everything appears in here and here is rest, here is home.

This is not a switched off, disconnected, separate rest. It’s the rest of the alert, active rest, rest that gives rise to everything, even un-rest. It is the rest of a cat watching its prey, where the ‘readiness is all.’ There is no effort in this readiness and no separation in this rest, this rest is not set apart from anything, it is everything.

It is the rest you need not achieve, cannot achieve. It is the rest that you are. You are always home, you are always at rest because home is what you are, rest is what you are.