I left organized religion several years ago. I didn’t have a fallout. It wasn’t an overt rejection. I just stopped being a part of something that I felt no need for in my life. I let it go. I felt it wasn’t serving me and I wasn’t engaged in it—so religion and I just parted ways. I did feel like I’d lost something, but I wasn't quite sure what.What I began to practice was finding my own answers, defining my own beliefs, and living according to my own compass. I sought answers from many religious traditions, read more widely than every, and allowed my yoga practice to open the channel to within. It felt hard at times, because anytime you’re creating something from nothing, you just don’t know what you don’t know. Going from not knowing, to experiencing, to learning, to defining my own beliefs has been my spiritual journey. And, what I know for sure, is the journey never ends, and that's the beauty of our divinity. For all the Truth I know today, I am still seeking a fuller connection to the Divine.I wrote #56 to invite a match to my open-hearted way of learning what this life is about, not through a narrow doctrine, but through living a life that is aligned to your own heart. I desired a deeper understanding of why we're here, who we are, and how I can live this life with unbridled passion. Sharing my life with another soul who is a seeker of All That Is is exactly what I called to me.
