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Tag Archives: reflection
Potential Inspiration
Living in Southern California, I can see how some of the plants inspired Dr Seuss. What do you see?

Myth Busted
Growing up in the Midwest, listening to rock and roll, and watching various movies and television shows, I held the following thoughts about California:
It never rains in Southern California
FALSE
The rainy season starts late in the year and continues into February.
That is, if we are going to get rain.
The sun shines every day
FALSE
Below is a photo of a normal May morning, commonly referred to as “May Gray”,
to be followed by “June Gloom”, which is more of the same.

People run and play in the ocean regularly (in swimming suits)
NOT ALWAYS TRUE
The Pacific Ocean is known to be cold, so enter at your own risk.
I find it humorous how the media can affect our beliefs. How many fantasies do you have which were created by media?
Hobby or Habit
While reviewing old photographs, I found a large collection of sunset shots.
Do I take these photos as a hobby, or has it become a habit?
I never set out to build such a collection, yet I have many. And still, I frequently stop to snap a quick shot at the day’s end, adding yet another.
I never tire of sunsets.

The day’s end
The gift of a sunset
Given the opportunity
It’s a time to stop
Appreciate beauty
Reflect on the day
Savor the quiet
Unwind
Relax
This luxury is all possible simply because the Earth
revolved one more time around the sun.
Twists and Turns
Bushy Tail
Twilight, the end or the beginning

New Years Eve is coming.
It can be likened to Twilight, often seen as an ending, the soft fade, the quiet close, just before the end. But take a closer look. Twilight is also the beginning. Embrace the Twilight of the New Year. It can be like a clean white slate.
Think about what that means for you.
Twilight… the in-between can be found using this link: amazon.com/author/lindalflynn_words
Remember, Life is the Journey
Time or Timeless
I may be writing, or marketing the latest writing project, yet life goes on. That means getting ready for Christmas, and taking care of things on the property.
Time marches on, yet my hubby finished a project we’ve been brainstorming for several years. I am so delighted.
When we purchased the house, we gained an old cooktop. In its day, it had some interesting features. But compared to today’s cooktops, it was archaic and a gigantic step backward from what we previously owned. It was a twilight time for us. Thinking of changing it created many challenges. We did not want to switch out the countertop but knew that might be a last resort. The downdraft fan was more efficient than current models. With much research and some design ingenuity, my hubby solved the problem. I couldn’t be happier with the outcome.
Below are a before and an after photo.

…and now…

And life will continue to march on.
During this holiday season, I trust you will find moments of quiet celebration in your days.
Christmas is Coming

Out back are these pristine white blooms
They rise toward the sky
Emitting their sweet fragrance
Into the air
Their message is simple
Christmas will soon be here
The stark white speaks of the perfect
Love of Christmas
Enjoy the beauty
Savor everything they stand for
Breathe in the sweet fragrance
Fully embrace the Christmas promises
the in-between

The in-between
Twilight …the in-between is now available on Amazon.
You can find the book using this link:
amazon.com/author/lindalflynn_words
Twilight …the in-between is a collection of poetry. The poems are about life in the in-between spaces. That is where we all live and grow. So, pick up your copy today, or one for a friend. Then sit back and ponder the in-between spaces.
Feel free to share your responses to the poems. Those exchanges are also part of the in-between. Part of our becoming.
A little personal history note:
The December 2 release date is in honor of my mother. Some of my earliest memories from my childhood revolve around the two of us sitting on the sofa in the living room, her reading stories to me. Eventually, I was reading stories to her, and then I was off. Often with a book in hand. The love of the written word carried me away and dropped seeds, planting a desire to write.
So, thank you, Mom, for planting such a love in my heart.

