Was just realizing that I live the life of a Nun/Monk . . . the codes I live by, the standards I have (including no sex), the foods I eat (and don’t eat) the way I live in tune with nature and animals, even the way I dress (1600′s robes) all says I’m a Nun of some sort. Yet, I follow no religion.
Even things like my not talking and not driving a car, suggest a monks life style.
I have 14 cats, 2 ranchu, and 40 roosters . . . my lowest amount of animals . . . prior to the fire I rarely ever had fewer than 500 animals at a time . . . again, suggestive of a monk life style
vegetarian, with what most people describe as a very strict (way too strict) diet. . . again . . . monk life style
refusal to cut my hair and refusal to wear modern cloths, instead wearing long robes and capes from 1600′s or earlier (and often being chided for it, and usually being told I’m a witch as a result) most of the locals are terrified of me because of the way I dress . . . but again, if my clothes were brown instead of black, blue, or purple, I’d be dressed no different than a monk
my long time desire to breed chickens, while also to putting an end to all human consumption of chickens, again, suggests a monk attitude
my daily habit for sitting down and thinking deep thoughts for hours on end, contemplating on one question at a time (as I am now doing ) is suggestive of the meditative habits of a monk.
My building of the strange wild garden retreat of towering bamboo, wild roses, and grapes, all centered around an ancient car where I sit and write, surrounded by the wild birds that flock to shelter within my garden . . . . and the fact that my garden houses the strange creature/demon/faerie “Etiole” whom only one other person has seen, again, suggests a monk, both the garden itself and the fact that I’ve seen it’s odd inhabitant
my refusal to work what people call a “normal job” and instead to make a living writing and painting and rescuing animals . . . . more monkness
living the life of a hermit, going years on end without contact with humans, and than the few rare occasions I do leave the farm, where do I go: the library, the beach, Rachael Carson’s Wildlife Hiking Trails, the Botanical Garden, walks through the Ross Forest . . .
Am I some sort of monk/nun and never realized it before? If so, what should I do about it? Is there such a thing as a monk/nun without a religion? Are there others out there who live the same type lifestyle like I do?
I am deeply saddened by the acts of vandalism that are often thwarted at me, my pets, and my home, due to people finding my lifestyle so out of the mainstream
I has occurred to me, that maybe I should open some sort of a meditation retreat where people can come and be at one with cats and chickens and roses and trees, the same way I live.
How does one go about opening a place like that? and where? (Pyrenees comes to mind right quick. . . at the top of a mountain)
of course opening such a place would mean contact with humans . . . I’m not very good at that, that could pose a problem
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