I'm a little hesitant to write too well about Comuna because it's such a treasure and I don't want Melissa & Palmer to be overwhelmed. That said... this was my second stay at Comuna and it was as good as the first time, though different (because I stayed in the main level room) but even better. Partly, the difference was the nature of this trip and the baggage (mental / physical) that I brought.
Backing up a bit: Comuna's the sort of place that I dreamt about as a kid .. totally safe (yet not confining), colorful, accepting, and with an unending supply of freshly baked cookies and 2 cute cats. As an adult, all those boxes were checked so when I came back from my day, Comuna provided me with the psychic space to process what happened in real time relative to the larger arc of my life. This just happened - so maybe it's just me - but I suspect the transformational space that Comuna opens up on a soul level is probably true for many people who are drawn to it ..
L.A. tilts towards extremes (heaven / hell - Mercury went into retrograde the day I arrived) and this trip, more than any other, was both. I cannot separate the eclectic aesthetics of Comuna (<, which was the good part of the trip) from how it's situated to the center (not in DTLA's madness, but able to see its glow). As I'm writing this, I worry that this makes no sense but if you're a slightly off center person who need a light touch, doesn't mind being "far" and loves idiosyncracy made life sized (Comuna is like being inside the most amazing painting) and if you've read this far, there's probably a reason why ...