Walking the Labyrinth

Walking the Labyrinth

Walking the Labyrinth

 The best way out is always through. ~Robert Frost

heart of the labyrinth

The only way out is through… I started on the outside unsure which path to follow.  First, I walked in circles lost in thought.  Decided to use this time to inhabit my physical body.  Movement slowed.  Breath slowed.  One step at a time.  Shifted to the emotional body.  Gratitude lifted me up immediately.  My eyes welled with tears.  Still couldn’t find the center after weaving in and out of the labyrinth.  Each time I passed, the center seemed just out of reach.  I decided to overstep the limits of the path and start again from within.  I crossed the boundaries of the path and made my own trail to the center.

At the center- a Buddha, prayer flags, pennies, a compass, name tags.  At first thinking this was trash only to realize these are pieces of others they wanted to leave behind.  Starting from the center, spiraling my way out.  Lightning and thunder on one side.  Sun and wildflowers on the other.  However cheesy this may sound, it seemed a perfect metaphor for life.  Completely content with a nice breeze and full heart, but knowing at any moment a storm could let loose and soak me to the bone.

I kept walking, but picked up my pace knowing the nature of a summer storm.  The way out was easier to navigate but each time I turned I expected to be at the end, only to find another loop to the center.

This labyrinth is simple- wildflowers and stones.  But I believe the power resides within the person walking more than the structure itself.  Each person bringing their own story, their own meaning.  Each person finding their own way- sticking to the path or creating a path of their own.  Each person deciding which is more important- the journey or the destination.

~excerpt from my journal while at Kripalu earlier this month


Elizabeth Delaney