Love is a dish best served.
The temperature of the dish matters not. The temperature is a personal preference.
Once you realize you’ve stumbled upon the missing ingredient… your palate, your hunger, thirst, need and desire are forever changed.
Our NEEDS start out basic and simple. Somewhere across the span of our journey we are led to believe that our needs must increase exponentially to match our wants. The question “what do you want” is introduced into our psyche from early on. Because we can think it, or envision it we believe we WANT it hence we must need it.
We look we see we copy we emulate we postulate and decide from sight that THEY have it so I should want that too. We CHANGE our recipe forcibly teaching ourselves to feed, eat and learn to enjoy it. We forgo our recipe and go shopping inadvisably.
Many of our chosen dishes provide nourishment to fuel us but we realize we are lacking. Upon this realization we either gorge to silence the pain, abstain to hide the fear, or maintain to status quo rarely paying attention to our NEED. Over time…Needs desire to be recognized, to be heard, to reconnect and redirect become careless whispers buried under the continued preparation and ingestion of the swill. Our minds become so besotted with the new, the different, the “try it you’ll like it” we forget that ONE TRUE ingredient at the heart of it all. Love disappears.
My Love is my love. It is internal and it is eternal. It has no expiration date. It is in ABUNDANT supply. Over time I’ve prepared tens of hundreds of dishes and purchased three restaurants. I’ve started out as the Head Chef and most often allowed myself to be demoted to Sous Chef at best. I offered up my best dishes always tweaking the ingredients. I spent hours/days/years trying desperately to blend the flavors to create a NEW masterpiece. Over time the dishes were repeated, reheated, watered down till finally they were burnt beyond recognition. The flavors vanished leaving the bowl and the vessel empty.
LUST, the generic substitute for the MAIN ingredient, often times became the first item reached for to prepare a meal. No matter how exciting the discovery of the new dish would be…empty calories can leave one fed but not satisfied. I sometimes realized all too late that I continually dined on meals that didn’t satisfy the hunger. My weight of the world fluctuated for years. Until finally a year ago I simply STOPPED eating.
Realizing we have to eat to live is innate. Realizing we need to relearn, rethink, retrain and remember is intuitive. It’s the LISTENING to our intuition that is the key.
Wary of new chefs in the guise of acquaintances, friends, family and potential suitors I decided to dine off simple life sustaining meals of my own preparation. I can eat the same 20 dishes and survive without injury. I also surmised that by doing so I would never feast again. I would never feel satiated again and I couldn’t imagine that. I slowly allowed myself to experiment with flavor…deliberately using lust as the main ingredient. I rationalized that surely i could make a satisfying sustainable meal from it. However because I gave my palate time to cleanse itself it craved MORE.
I opened a sliver in my heart and mind’s eye and was reminded of what was missing. The sweet nectar and aroma of Love became more and more present. My mind has been sent racing to find it, catch it and hold it close. Thankfully I’ve learned to allow myself to to feel it, see it and TASTE it again.
Embracing Love’s return quelched the hunger pangs. The gurgling from my soul of the emptiness is starting to wane and I feel fuller but lighter at the same time. Colors are bolder, sharper and the panorama is new. The fogginess is lessened and the senses heightened. My emotions feel at home and they spring forth at will washing my face with tears of joy. The One has reveled in sharing the preparation space with me, always complimentary of my new creations. They’ve enjoyed the resurgence of finding their main ingredient of which they had NEVER used. I find that saddening but its delightful that it was I who showed them the way.
The pace, as it happens, at which we arrived here has changed. My dish is ready for the world.
Yesterday Love BECAME the dish. I carried it all along. Yesterday I became the dish. I served myself a heaping portion and it was DELICIOUS.