I'm slowly making my way back. A grieving step they don't tell you about is self-loathing. Then there is the loss of self step, a time when you don't know who you are and why anyone would want to be around you. I've always thought it fortunate that my memory is terrible, but now it is like an undiscovered treasure. One day I may find hidden clues and unlock lost moments.
One step I'm taking is to walk slowly and breathe deeply. It's helping. Of course I've also been sick, which forces you to walk slowly, because you are too feeble to keep up with healthy people.
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| I walked slowly through this area of The Huntington. I was sidetracked by a gallery. Wandered aimlessly amid portraits, chests, marble sculptures, and stained glass. |
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| This tree will be stunning in a week. These were early blooms. It was covered in buds. |
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| I ate lunch in the Chinese Garden. The most delicious chow mein. They are preparing for the Year of the Snake festival. I would go, except that I don't like crowds...or people... |
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| Another part of the garden that will take your breath away in a few short weeks. The paths that wind through the camellias are my favorite. |
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