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The drive took three hours. The last mile was a dirt path lined with ferns so tall they scraped the side of her Subaru. Paula, ever the over-packer, had brought three suitcases for a weekend. She didn’t know yet that she wouldn’t need a single zipper.

Paula chose the latter.

August 12th Location: Somewhere deep in the woods, where the Wi-Fi is weak and the spirits are strong The drive took three hours

No one was seeing anything now.

They didn’t sing “Happy Birthday.” Instead, Sage brought out a gluten-free fig cake shaped like a spiral. “Thirty-nine,” Sage said, “is the year you stop asking ‘Do I look okay?’ and start asking ‘Does this feel true?’ ” She didn’t know yet that she wouldn’t need

When she told me she was spending her 39th birthday at a place called “Holy Nature,” I expected a spa. Maybe some lavender-infused yoga. What I did not expect was the sign at the gate: “Leave your armor at the door. Skin is sacred.” They didn’t sing “Happy Birthday