It seems to me that the more I explore other lineages, traditions and iterations of the Buddhadhamma, the more I recognize that I have already found something that works for me. This is not to say that there is no use in other traditions out that I should stop exploring and learning about them but rather that I should use what short life I have less to make a refuge for myself before this body and mind are swept away by aging, sickness and death.
Surely, the lineage that I have the most affinity for isn’t perfect. It is as rife with humans as any other but, whether it’s due to long affiliation or something more, I truly have one spiritual home and I feel the need to begin to show it and those who make possible the care and respect they deserve. Sure, I have had fantasized of being a cleric since I was very young (perhaps from the age of five) but what is more important? A vestment, a title or true peace?