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Leonard Cohen - Anthem (w/lyrics) London 2008 and Serendipity

Ring the bell that still can ring.

Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack in everything.

That's how the light gets in.


This song by Leonard Cohen inspires me.  In fact, he makes me fall in love with words every time I hear it.

Over 20 years ago, I first heard his words when I was a Communications Officer at FCC.  One of my coworkers quoted it and I never forgot it.  To find the crack. The inspiration. The point of light.  The imperfection.

Our Communications team was talking about how we could be more creative and more innovative.  I remember saying that we needed to be the information and not the noise.  That was more than 20 years ago, and the noise is even greater now.

Yesterday I discovered my book, "How to be a Pink Flamingo in a Brown Duck Pond" on a shelf at Chapter's in the Business section, in the same place where books about Steve Jobs, Justin Trudeau and Ghandi are for sale.

When I first published the book, I purposely launched it quietly and digitally. I was afraid of letting it go. But I did, because I had to. Because it was no longer mine.  Because it needed to be free, as did I. I never thought it would appear in an actual book store. I thought it would disappear in the digital night. But I gave it to serendipity to let the universe find it and carry it on its wings. And it did. And some people read it. (Thank you!)

And then I saw it there.  On a book shelf.  So surreal.  And incredible (in the unbelievable sense of the word).  All is can say is wow.  And thank you for all your kind support.


Lynn





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