Tag Archives: Imperfections

Apologies… 

…for the abnormal email blog post notification 

Humbly, I request that you might overlook the post I made on Wednesday evening, and then quickly deleted. I’m testing out some fresh approaches in marketing my next book. My efforts to load a video link into WordPress didn’t go as expected, yet the email went out. For those of you who received the email, you could view the video even though I deleted the post. 

The video is accurate. Twilight …the in-between will be available on December 2, 2025. You will find it at amazon.com/author/lindalflynn_words

My efforts to expand my marketing will continue, yet I anticipate they will be painless to you. Learning new technologies always comes with surprises. The goal is to energize and interest you in my next work.

Thank you for your interest in my writings.

Enjoy your day.

Jewelry and A Life Story…..

My husband surprised me with a lovely bracelet made by a local artist for my birthday.  Meeting the artist was part of the surprise. She studied under her father and eventually took over his business. He established himself many years ago making jewelry. All pieces are totally handmade sporting a silver aspen leaf. Most well-known are the belt buckles. Each leaf is hand cut, engraved, and shaped. As special as the bracelet is, she said something that has not left my mind. When she creates a piece of art, it is not complete until it is worn. Each piece of jewelry tells the life story of the person wearing it. That means scratches or worn marks carry the history of the person who wore it.

How unlike my experience with other pieces of jewelry! I’ve had jewelers tell me if I bring a piece into them, they can buff any scratches out. I also frequently thought when a piece shows wear or scratches, it is no longer perfect.

I love this introduction to thinking that life is reflected in the seemingly imperfections caused by time and wear.

How true that is of us also. None of us are perfect though many spend time, effort and money to appear so. The reality is life leaves its mark on us. Some of those marks may be nothing more than laugh lines as we age. Or they may be more serious scars resulting from accidents or medical care. Some of the marks left on our life are not visible on the surface. It does not matter what they are, they are the marks of the life lived. This has left me wondering what kind of marks I’m leaving behind.