Auntie Mo’s Meditation Cove

“Breathe in... now question your reality.”

Equal parts spa, temple, and emotional interrogation site.

Tucked away on a quiet stretch of shoreline, Auntie Mo’s Meditation Cove is where the island seems to hold its breath. Smooth rocks and soft sand form a natural amphitheater, sheltered by palms swaying gently in the sea breeze. The cove is always lit in shifting hues of sunrise or sunset, as if time itself slows down here, giving everyone space to simply be.

At the center is Auntie Mo, the serene dugong matriarch, who guides islanders and wanderers alike in the art of stillness. Sessions are simple: sitting on driftwood mats, listening to the surf, letting the rhythm of the waves carry thoughts away. Seashell altars, hand-tied wind chimes, and the scent of salt and sandalwood complete the cove’s atmosphere, making it feel both sacred and welcoming.

More than a retreat, the cove is a gathering place of gentle wisdom. Friends stop by to recharge, strangers leave with lighter hearts, and even the most restless souls find themselves lulled into quiet by the harmony of water and sky. It’s not about escape, it’s about returning to the calm that was always inside.

• Weather: Always golden hour with extra calm.
• Vibe: Tranquility peppered with existential dread.
• Activities: Guided breathwork, saltwater tarot, underwater jazz flute.
• Usuals: Auntie Mo, a revolving cast of stressed animals.
• Secrets: The sea talks to her. She doesn’t always answer.

Regulars:

• Auntie Mo: Hosts breathwork, soul work, and the occasional “scream into the ocean” session.
• Marv: Drifts in and out of naps mid-meditation. Sometimes wakes up more enlightened
• Lobes: Perches silently on a rock. Doesn’t meditate. Might be the meditation.