It’s a brilliant fall day on Carter’s Creek in Irvington, Virginia, and a small group is hauling baskets of oysters from the brackish waters. They aren’t Chesapeake watermen; they’re guests of the Tides Inn, and this is the best way they know to press pause on the noise of their everyday lives and be fully present in this place. Meanwhile, in the dappled light of a Big Sur, California, forest, a solitary meditator takes in lungfuls of eucalyptus and salty ocean air.