I saw a Buddhist monk wearing saffron robes at the grocery store. He looked to be from Vietnam. He was older than me by a bit and I wanted to shake his hand and say, “I’m looking too.” Or “I’m LDS. Latter-Day saints are all in the clergy and I’m wearing holy clothes too.” I wanted to ask,” How far have you’ve gotten? Found any good enlightenment yet?”
Too many words just to acknowledge a fellow traveler. But there was something bigger I most wanted to communicate. The monk turned and caught my eye and I’m not sure how he’d tell this story but it seemed to me we both giggled somewhere behind skin and muscle.  nancymauerman.com