I am finishing up a month of teaching in Manila, Philippines, where 80 percent of the population identifies as Catholic. I left the church as a teenager because it wasn’t answering the important questions for me. I didn’t get how it was supposed to work, so I moved away from it.
After going rogue, I found in yoga a lot of the answers to the questions I asked years before, like what it means to be human and what I am supposed to do with my life. And surprisingly, yoga has also brought me, finally, to an understanding of Christian doctrine. The convergence of this visit to Manila with yet another Easter as an ex-Catholic has gotten me to examine my own beliefs and my lingering need to label them. Continue reading >> HuffPost