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The demands of love

Love has the power to change everything. To make progress I have to surrender to love's demands. Love demands that I do my best, be my best. What love demands sometimes seems impossible. But love has never demanded anything I wasn't ready to give, able to give. Love never demanded anything I wasn't eventually delighted to have given, because the giving always resulted in progress with love. Love's demands push me to my limits then beyond; that's the progress I make.

Hit me over the head. Love sometimes has to anesthetize me so I can meet its demands. That's easy; love is my wisdom, so it has access to everything in me. Love works with my sensory processing. It can change or create sensations. It can create a pain or make one go away. It can create or change any kind of sensation: sights, smells, sounds etcetera.

Love has taken over my diet. To meet its unreasonable demands, I eat a specific diet. It combines natural whole foods meals with sugary treats to power conscious work; conscious work like this writing burns through a lot of sugar. There's something in my diet to offend everyone: meat, dairy, gluten, and HFCS. All the recipes are specific; way more exacting than The Diet I used to rail against in Boulder.

More than anything else, love demands patience. Patience with a loved one is a given, but just a start. Making progress demands a whole new level of patience. The processes of spiritual development are varied and unpredictable, according to conscious me; mostly hidden. More than anything else I have to let them take their time, to rush nothing, to bide my time.

Love also demands faith. I have seen and felt the power of love in my life. Love works miracles as if they were child's play. I have to remember that and have faith in love when love asks me to do the next impossible thing.

Love demands that I be present. For most of my life I've been asleep. Now I'm struggling to be present. To be present I have to slow down. The slowing down love demands has little to do with how fast I move my body; it's an internal slowing down. Love stubbornly demands I stay right here with this moment and not get ahead of myself. I feel like a beginning dancer trying to think my way through dance steps I can't get right no matter what. It's a bloody awkward struggle. I haven't yet got the feel for slowing down and being present.