As far along as many of us are in this embodied enlightenment process, we notice there are still parts of us, aspects that do not feel worthy. It’s the mental part that keeps trying to make things happen by pushing, and applying force. The part that keeps trying to prove or earn worthiness.
Just now here at the cafe I was trying to be extra careful with my iPad. I just bought a new case for it, and it’s nice, but not as protective around the edges as the last one. So I was being ginger with it. Making sure no liquids were too close to it at my table. It was a concern that ironically caused me to spill my venti cup of water all over the table, the chair and the floor.
Here in America, back in the 1950’s many of us watched a tv series called Father Knows Best. It was about a ‘wholesome’ white middle class family. And it kept true to its title. The dad was portrayed as a kind, compassionate man to everyone, but everyone kept pretty much within their gender roles. But most of us, over time began to notice that father doesn’t know best.