I woke up as usual to find my morning routine within the birthing ogden's forest. It was a forest of sorts, but to an acolyte, it was rather more than that. It was our meditation, our park, and our school all in one. We would meditate, and during our meditation, we would explore greatly into the nature, and then sleep. This is simple, it seems, but what I am getting to are the orchards.
The orchards are where the trees are. It was a rather simple sight, but just like a city can seem bigger than it is once it's seen, we can see the orchards of birthing ogden's forest. That's how I can speak of it. It is simple, but it became the most wonderful acculyte's meditation around.
I did not like this dwelling. In fact, it was silly. It was the order of things. I did not want to be here. I wanted to be out in the forest, exploring different aspects of nature and learning about it. I felt like we were stuck in the neighborhood, and that made me sad. It felt like a cage. I could not get out, and I could not even sleep... well, I could sleep, I just felt lazy to close my eyes.
The hotness in the birthing ogden's forest was no different from the heat outside, but the soil was better. Soil is what matters; it's the suchness of soil that only acolytes... more importantly, only forest homes can recognize. Perhaps that's why I enjoyed staying in the forest and meditating. Unlike elsewhere, the forest was special, you see. It was peaceful.
People will not like me calling myself an acolyte. Or perhaps they will, but they'd be the wrong people. I'd rather add my own thoughts, or perhaps take yours. However, I do that by not sharing. I do not share, but I do think. It is a fine book I am reading.
I did not mind the dirt. I actually wanted to be in the forest. It's not a bad place, I'd say. It's just that my emotions are tangled up because of this specific dwelling place. Like most, I felt a little bit sad, but that's normal. We're humans, after all. It was a little bit hot, but the forest's climate was cool because the trees closed in the sunlight. It was nice, really.
It was the oddest thing, but perhaps humans like the oddest things. I know that some of those humans would think I'm strange, but I don't mind being called weird. Who cares about them? I care about myself, and I refuse to be told otherwise. It is not a nice feeling to be told such things, that's for sure.
The forest was simply a forest. I do not look upon it that way, and I do not think humanity would like the forest except for a few. It is a cool place to be, to me.
The food at Birthing O'Gen was very... special. Perhaps I do not know how to describe it. The fruits tasted like honey, which is a good thing, and nuts are always good, especially when they are cooked. My mom cooked them. She was a chef. I was very lucky.
Food either tastes good or it does not, but it is not the taste that counts. It is the process of making it. I always loved watching my mom cook, and then to eat it afterward. It was a reward, I'd say. I had that feeling every time I ate what she made. It was a really nice feeling. I could relax, and yet get that way of feeling. It was relaxing, but it was more. It was more than relaxing. It gave me energy.
I was thinking about what was ahead of me. I laid down in the birthing ogden's forest, but it was hard to think, even when I was laying on my back. That was the oddest thing. I could think, but I could not relax. I could meditate, but I could not think hard. It was odd, but I could not understand it.
I sat up, and there was a lady by the entrance to the birthing ogden's forest. She was smiling. I was a little bit surprised.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Where have you come from?"
She replied, "I've come from the birthing ogden, in the big birthing ogden, and even further from the great birthing ogden. I've come from all of that, and I want to show you something, if you want to see it."
I was very, very surprised...