You probably can’t see it, but there is a transparent cone of silence, nestled invisibly over a four-acre parcel just off Arnold Drive on the west side of the Sonoma Valley, where tension and stress, fear of the future and worries about the past, even the inevitable intrusion of thoughts about presidential politics, simply evaporate.

There’s a glass orb in the center of Kristine Gorman’s tarot table that has absolutely nothing to do with tarot, or anything else, except perhaps a little atmosphere.