For the next few days, my husband and I plunged into a restorative mix of nature immersion, spa activities (Qi Gong on an outdoor platform in the fresh morning air, power flow yoga, an enveloping aloe wrap with lemon verbena from Miraval’s garden) and farm-to-table food.
Inside the spa, signs are posted by sinks asking that you repeat this lengthy mantra as you wash your hands—not once, but three times. May I be happy. May I be well. May I be safe. May I be peaceful and at ease. Normally, I would have rolled my eyes at this, but no longer: if repeating these phrases makes a person feel stronger in these terrifying times, I’m all in.
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