Once I wrote a blog that described how I was so impressed by a particular tree that I bent down on my knees before it (or "genuflected", in religious terminology). I knew about this practice through a tour that used to be held in Southampton, when we respectfully visiting all the sacred buildings there.  Anyway, it was then, in the Sikh temple where, I learned this very powerful movement.
I was reflecting on this today, and decided that these physical practices, while fully valid for those who are members of Sikhism, are a bit phony for me now: I am claiming a sacred commitment that I do not actually process.
I feel truly expanded as I reflect on this: now I am walking my path, not that of another, and I enjoy this tree for its own sake, not for my use.