Pe/reli/gion Hole

I felt her looking at me. With my eyes closed and my fingers wrapped around what must have seemed to her like a talisman. My head was covered with a silk scarf.

I could almost see the thought bubble floating above her head. "Ugh. Another one of those religious types."

Religious, huh? What kind of religion then?

I might be a Hindu, with my name, my upbringing, my vegetarianism, transitory beliefs in multiple "Gods" for multiple purposes, my belief in Karma and love of Diwali.
I might be a Buddhist, with my pacifist nature, my belief in moderation and 'the middle path'.
I might be a Christian, with my belief in kindness and forgiveness trumping revenge and regret, my sometimes Puritanical guilt and Protestant Work Ethic.
I might be a Muslim, with my belief in generosity towards the lesser privileged, and my reverence for culture and history.
I might be a Jew for my Shylockian ways and immense respect for learning.
I might even be a Shaman, with my feeling of connectedness with everything and everyone and belief in sustainability and honoring earth's spirit.
I might be a Jain, with my intolerance of violence and hurtfulness of creatures big and small.

Who would have ever guessed! I suppose you could call me religious.

Yes.