“I’m a practicing person.”
That’s what I said to a Buddhist man I met in August of 1999 as we stood in line to use the loo prior to going into Central Park to listen to the Dali Lama give a free lecture during his trip to New York City. The man offered up in polite conversation that he was a practicing Buddhist and had been for 19 years. Then, he asked, “what are you?”
Since I’ve never ascribed to any one dogma and instead saw value in aspects of so many religions and practices, I replied simply, “I’m a practicing person”.
I wonder how many more practicing persons there are out there…