My youngest daughter, Sasha, starts attending Washington State University as a 31 year old freshman this week.  Worry is not required, but as a recovering worrier, I worry about her.   One of the ways I heal myself, make myself more whole, is by making pilgrimages.  Often on my pilgrimages, I find and walk labyrinths.  Pullman has a wonderful labyrinth on top of a hill with 100 mile vistas looking out over the rolling wheat fields of the Palouse.  Just before dawn, I walked the labyrinth each day I was in Pullman helping her move in.  These insights came:  “A labyrinth …