I opened my eyes about halfway through the Japanese sound bath. Lee Johnson, a 65-year-old rancher and dead ringer for the actor Sam Elliott, was tiptoeing around the room in his white tube socks, ever so gently ringing a small bell at various distances from the heads of my fifteen classmates, who were lying on yoga mats in a circle, deep in meditation. Johnson, who normally wears work boots and a white hat with his creased Wranglers and handlebar mustache, had been doing this for a good thirty minutes already, working his way through a progression of bells with different tones until landing on this one, which combined several chimes to produce a cascade of treble notes that evoked a soft patter of rain.I’d come…