Building the Labyrinth

I remember when the labyrinth came to be. I was on sabbatical and spending a few weeks at Whidbey Institute. The Thomas Berry Hall was under construction. The sanctuary was yet a dream. The Story House was still a covered, but open-sided shelter. And, the vegetable garden had not yet returned to the land. For the labyrinth's part, Fritz Hull was the midwife. The labyrinth's lines had been laid, a pile of stones had been delivered. A young man (intern, perhaps?) was beginning the project of laying the hand-chosen green granite stones upon the lines.  For several evenings, when no one else was around, I, too, would take some time in silent prayer and meditation while moving one stone at a time from rock pile to labyrinth line. 
As it has turned out, the Whidbey Institute's labyrinth became the first of countless labyrinths I have now had a hand in building, as I've become a certified labyrinth facilitator, labyrinth builder, and now a member of the Veriditas Council.