It happened, as most enlightenments do, out in the desert. I ended up getting upgraded to a private bungalow at a fancy hotel in Palm Springs and one of the amenities was an outdoor bathtub. I hadn’t taken a bath in years. Who has the time? I was a shower person—in and out and I was set. But there, in that tranquil environment, with some free time before bed, I thought it might feel nice to be naked outside for a while. I filled up that big old tub with hot water, stirred in the accompanying mineral salts, tossed off my fluffy white robe and sunk in. I inhaled a deep breath of menthol-scented steam, looked up at a dark sky dotted with stars and, in that moment, came to appreciate the restorative powers of a good bath.