The first time I walked a labyrinth, I didn’t know what I was getting into. My head was full of Greek mythology, medieval history, and the confusions that come with being in your early 20s. Back and forth, always turning before I could get my bearings, almost reaching the center and then veering away, never knowing exactly where I was in the process—I was disoriented, frustrated, intrigued. But I kept putting one foot in front of the other, even if it seemed it was never going to end, and suddenly, without realizing how close I had been, I had arrived in the center. On the way back out, I thought, This is just like my life. I was hooked. Since then, I’ve walked many labyrinths. They’ve seen me through seasons of delight and seasons of upheaval, through two children and moves to three continents—they’re a reset button for my soul. But I never thought much about them beyond that. But with everything that’s happening in the world, I wanted to know more. I reached out to Lauren Artress, the woman indirectly responsible for the existence of the first labyrinth I walked and for many of the labyrinths I …