Come to England, go to Yorkshire. visit the moors: gorgeous, spectacular, soothing, guaranteed to slow down your heartrate, banish PMT and put the stride back in your spring. Good karma.
Just one thing: if you come upon a notice board in the middle of nowhere that bears the legend:
DO NOT THROW STONES
AT THIS NOTICE
don't panic. I know it's bababobo, but think of it as a form of Yorkshire Zen. Clever buggers, I bet they can even tell you the sound of two hands clapping.