Keep A Knockin'

My Dad, his girls (I'm in yellow) and his Dad, circa 1974ish

Continued from yesterday, today's entry (and song) is about the other choice in dealing with the sins of our mothers and fathers.

Now there's some question about whether we really choose how to deal with our wounds. One of the things that Mark Haviland talked about yesterday was how far we have come in the last few generations toward self-awareness and willingness to grow.

Maybe I've done more work to invite in love and light and healing because I can. I mean for sure I have chosen this path, but also, it was open to me. Revealed, even.

I'm not sure that's true for my parents, who have "chosen" or at least followed, the other path:

Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night and try it again

You said you love me and you can't come in
You said you love me and you can't come in
You said you love me and you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night and try it again.

Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Keep a knockin' but you can't come in
come back tomorrow night and try it again
You said you love me and you can't come in
You said you love me and you can't come in
You said you love me and you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night and try it again

In my experience, the consequence of this path is that you might get in sometimes, but there will be conditions, and you don't want to get too comfortable, because you never know when it might change.

And I have to say, this father's day, that this has made my desire to knock lessen over the years...