newly ancient

For much of my life, I have been lost in a forest. I know the name of every tree. Yet, I don’t know anything about what is inside of them. I see hickories, maples, and oaks. They all fit in with some group, understand each other. Then there’s me: the sole mahogany. For a seemingly endless space of time I stood there, bored and depressed. Then, along came a lumberjack named Internet. He sawed me down and took a few branches from some other trees in the forest, then went back to a huge processing plant. There were millions and millions of trees being processed there from all over the world. Eventually, I was sorted out into an area filled only with mahogany wood. This is where I fit in. This is where I enjoy myself with my blog pals. We have our clubs. Unfortunately, I still have to return to the forest everyday. Still, every time I get back I find that I understand more about the trees. I even notice the shrubs. Still, I have much to learn before I can fit in both with my wood and my forest. Are you lost in a forest of a different wood? Or you are in a grove of the same type?