The feet washing meditation in yesterday’s satsang felt so powerful. The person I chose was a stand-in for my father, and turned into my father. My father was not his usual patriarch self, he said he had never experienced such a loving approach, he usually blows these things off as not necessary and waste of time. Under it came a deep unworthiness of his: who am I to receive such loving tenderness? As for me, as I washed his feet I felt so strong and enriched, exactly in the right place and doing what I was meant to do. My heart opened tremendously, I realized that this was overcoming the ‘little space’ between me and my brother that the course talks about. I am my father and I am the one washing the feet.