{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"A Sunday in San Marino &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"MYAZRjPMdO\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/san-marino-huntington-library-gardens\/\">A Sunday in San Marino<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/san-marino-huntington-library-gardens\/embed\/#?secret=MYAZRjPMdO\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;A Sunday in San Marino&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"MYAZRjPMdO\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"I spent an entire Sunday afternoon at The Huntington* and already, I&#8217;m planning a second visit. It was beautiful to say the least, and as silly as it is to admit, detaching for just a few hours surrounded by lush greenery was incredibly healing. The irony of sharing these thoughts online is not lost on me, but what&#8217;s most damning is the earnestness behind the sentiment\u2014something the Internet despises unless performed in irony\u2014and worse, I cannot think of a less goopy word than grounding to describe those hours. Say what you will about Gwyneth, but there&#8217;s truth in some of what she espouses. (After all: the inspiration behind some of her most popular musings is borrowed from ancient, typically Asian or Native, practices with centuries of findings supporting them.) Few things are more humbling, awe-inspiring, and rejuvenating than seeing nature in all its glory. And to be clear: I did not step on the dirt with bare feet.\u00a0 However, I most certainly enjoyed the horticultural experience with my shoes tied firmly on. How nature produces such perfection astounds me: every detail, every color, every miraculous occurrence is profound even in a curatorial presentation. (Imagine it all if allowed to thrive&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/the-huntington-san-marino-garden-1.jpg"}