Imagine being entirely disconnected. No phone, no laptop, no smartwatch, no ring, no pings. No TV, no reading, no journaling, no music. And no talking whatsoever—not even eye contact—as you sit, eat and stroll mindfully alongside 90 or so strangers.  For five long days. This may sound like the setting for a “White Lotus”-style murder plot. Something best suited to self-satisfied tech bros with their own private mountaintops or people who enjoy soybeans and use hashtags like #mindbodyandsoul. “Sounds like hell,” was the most common response I got when describing my plan to head to just such a retreat last month.…

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