Today I went to an amazing workshop with Mark Haviland. What a phenomenal human being. Funny, real, irreverent, wise... He taught us that we were all screwed up by our parents (and those of us who are parents are, to one extent or another, screwing up our kids), but we have the choice about how to respond. And because Mark's my kind of guy, both choices have soundtracks.
There's the choice to honor the wound, and allow it to open us, and reveal our own divinity.
Cue Dylan with the original, and G n R with a most excellent cover:
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Yep, I'm knocking, and what's more, I can feel it opening...
(Stay tuned til tomorrow for option number two)
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