I arrive at the address I was given and walk into what can only be described as a sanctuary built into the side of a mountain. The walls, floor, and seating are all rock. But there have been mats and stools added throughout, as well as plants that look like they don’t need much water to survive. I am here to elevate my consciousness by learning radical acceptance. Which, if you ask me is like saying radical neutrality, which is an oxymoron, by I digress. I’ll try anything.