What I Learned From The Kripalu Labyrinth

Iíve always wanted to walk a labyrinth – you know those spiraled paths that lead nowhere and everywhere.

I was in luck. Kripalu, where I was teaching a workshop recently, had one that was reputed to be particularly magical. And I got enmeshed in walking the labyrinth as the sun set for over an hour.

The First Time

To enter the labyrinth, you walk through a gate and then follow the blossom-lined path, where tall grasses brush your bare legs this time of year. You curve right and then start to spiral around – and then the path changes and suddenly youíre going the other direction.

You walk quite a while and find yourself parallel to where you just were, a ways back. Your legs start to feel tired, and you find yourself a bit frustrated because youíre really not getting anywhere. At least thatís how it feels.

Just when you think youíre approaching the center of the labyrinth – PSYCH! You were wrong. Itís time to double back and go the opposite direction, away from where you thought you were going. You feel like youíre backtracking. You wonder if youíre lost. You consider turning around. You hunt for someone who might give you directions.

Then you remember that thereís really only one way in and one way out of a labyrinth, and you simply must trust the path.

But you cling to your faith and you keep walking, turning blind corners, following the well-worn trail. As you go, you start noticing the variety of the flowers. You notice how the sky is turning pink. You hear the birds singing.

Suddenly, you get lost in the journey. You stare in wonder at the butterfly on your way. You stop and smell the earthy scent of the loamy dirt beneath your feet. You look behind you at where youíve been to make sure you didnít miss something.

You start humming to yourself and barely notice that the other person is now gone, somehow escaped form the labyrinth altogether.

Then the path ends. You are there. In the center of the labyrinth lies an altar. People have placed notes and stones and sacred trinkets at the base of a pole that marks the center. You kneel at the altar, grateful for having arrived.

Then you realize you havenít arrived. You have only just begun. The only way back out is the way you came in. You retrace your steps. You can see where people have skipped the walk back, where they have jumped the hedge to hopscotch straight from the altar to the gate where you entered. You wonder why someone would want to rush it. You notice the path, twisting and turning.


Kripalu labyrinth

On you walk, longer than you expected. You thought youíd be there by now.† But youíre not. You can see that someone else who is walking the labyrinth has reached the center. You wonder how she got there. You try to find her footprints. You canít seem to trace them. You feel a little lost again.

At one point, you get tired. Itís been a long walk. You can see the temptation, why someone might want to skip certain parts, get to the good part and get out. But you come back to the presence of walking at the labyrinth at Kripalu and remember there is nothing but this very moment and nothing else really matters.

You keep walking.

The bees buzz. The birds chirp. The sky is deepening into a fiery salmon color, the light is dimming. You canít see the path quite as well anymore. Shadows are gone and darkness is taking over. It still seems a long way out.

But you trust the path. You have to trust the path.

You wind. You curve. You look over your shoulder, questioning yourself, and then you laugh at how silly youíre being. You put one foot in front of the other, thank God for this moment, turn right, turn left – and thenÖthere it is. The gate through which you entered.

You hesitate to go through it, back into the rest of the world. But you do, feeling a sense of accomplishment, although you have actually accomplished both nothing and everything.

The Second Time

So you do it again. You canít help yourself. This time it is dark. Only the moon lights the way.

This time, you canít see the flowers quite so well. There is nobody else here. You wander, slowly, youíre not in such a rush this time. Youíll get there when you get there.

Youíre not really thinking by the time you finish the second time. You feel deeply connected. You trust. Youíre relaxed. Youíve come to trust the journey. Youíve done it before, but even so, youíre surprised at every turn. Yet, somehow – having gotten lost and then been found, youíre not afraid this time.

You realize that itís really not the destination youíre after, but the journey.

What I Learned From Walking The Labyrinth at Kripalu

Walking the labyrinth was a potent reminder to me that we often feel like weíre walking in circles, getting nowhere. We feel like weíre doubling back, returning to where we were long ago, feeling like weíre wasting our time, failing to progress, getting lost.

But even if you get there, the journey keeps going. The goal is not the end of the journey, but the beginning. So why not embrace the journey and release attachment to the destination?

Ah yes. I needed to learn that at this point in my life.

What about you?

Have you walked a labyrinth? Are you attached to the destination? What do you think?

Happily walking in circles,


Lissa Rankin, MD: Founder of†OwningPink.com,†Pink Medicine Revolutionary,†motivational speaker, and author of†Whatís Up Down There? Questions Youíd Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend and Encaustic Art: The Complete Guide To Creating Fine Art With Wax.

Learn more about†Lissa Rankin here.


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Crystal Wagner
Crystal Wagner4 years ago

Perfect illustration!

Faith B.
Faith Billingham4 years ago

great article, thanks for sharing :)

Michele Wilkinson

Thank you

Bob P.
Bob P.4 years ago


Jaclyn Johnston
Jaclyn Johnston4 years ago

The destination is every bit as important as the journey. You just may not recognize it till you've gotten there, maybe even gotten past it. Yes, the journey continues, but it is really a whole new trip.

Susanne Koenig
Susanne K.4 years ago

thank you for sharing this experience. Never would have thought of a labyrinth as a great lesson to gain more trust. Maybe one day I find mine, too - I'd take the chance.

Kirsten B.
Kirsten B.4 years ago

Great description - thank you for sharing this piece.

Loretta R.
Loretta R.4 years ago

I have walked the giant labyrinth of the forest many times in my life, from my childhood into adulthood. At this stage, I am truly appreciative and cherish the experience and the resulting memories.

Geoff T.
Geoff Tinlin4 years ago

Beautiful article, thanks....need to take the time to smell the roses too.

Kathy K.
Kathy K.4 years ago

Wonderful. I'm lucky to have walked several labyrinths and I love it. One in a natural setting would be even more evocative.