What the Earth is Doing While We Wait

What the Earth Is Doing While We Wait

There is a particular kind of winter weather that is beautiful to look at, but difficult to step into. In Iceland, there is a word for this. Gluggaveður. Weather best admired from indoors. Snow drifting in perfect silence. A pale sun brightening the windowpanes. A world that looks gentle, even inviting, until you feel the cold press against your skin.

January often feels like this. From the outside, it can look still. Quiet. Unchanged. But the earth is not idle. Beneath frozen ground, roots are thickening, drawing strength inward. Bulbs are holding memory, not urgency, remembering what they were made to become. Nothing is rushing. Nothing is late. Everything is preparing in its own time.

We forget this sometimes, when we measure life only by what shows. Winter teaches us that much of the most important work happens out of sight. That waiting is not a failure of movement, but a different kind of labour. A deeper one. There are seasons when we are meant to be like the earth beneath snow, conserving energy, gathering what we will need, trusting processes that cannot yet be seen. These are not empty months. They are months of quiet intelligence.

The earth does not apologize for winter. It does not explain itself. It does not hurry spring.
It simply continues its patient work. Perhaps this is what January is offering us. Permission to admire the season from the window, to stay warm, to tend the inner ground, and to trust that something is already underway.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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Today can begin quietly.
You don’t owe the morning urgency — just presence.

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On Deep Engagement

There is a kind of conversation that does not hurry to be heard. It listens first. It pauses between sentences, leaves room for silence, and reaches for understanding rather than agreement.

Deep engagement is not measured by how much is said, but by how much is truly received. It lives in the quiet exchange between people who meet each other with sincerity — a moment of recognition that says, I see you; I am listening.

In a world that often rewards speed and certainty, this kind of presence can feel rare. Yet it is here, in these small and thoughtful pauses, that our shared humanity deepens.

To engage deeply is to choose awareness over reaction, empathy over indifference, and meaning over noise. It is to honour the conversation that unfolds not just between words, but within them. Somewhere between silence and speech, understanding begins — and the world, for a moment, feels beautifully still.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light,

Rebecca

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Learning On Our Own Time

“It is not that we learn, and then live. We learn because we live.”

Mary Catherine Bateson

There’s a quiet shift happening all around us.  In living rooms and libraries, in the corners of cafés and the glow of laptop screens, people are finding their own ways to learn . And it is not for degrees or credentials, but for meaning. For connection! For joy!

At Rebecca’s Reading Room, I’ve long believed that reading is more than an escape. It’s a way of thinking, of seeing, of being present in the world. Lately, I’ve been noticing how many of us are building what might be called personal curriculums. Perhaps that phrase feels too formal for what it really is. Which is a return to curiosity, to learning in our own time.  

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us forward.”

Anaïs Nin

In a world that moves quickly and often demands our attention in a hundred directions, this slower rhythm of learning feels almost radical. It invites us to pause and ask ourselves: what do I want to understand more deeply? What calls to me right now? What might I discover if I simply give myself permission to follow wonder wherever it leads?  

For me, this year isn’t about setting a syllabus or completing a list. It’s about dwelling with books, ideas, and conversations that awaken something within. Sometimes that means returning to a familiar poem or reading a passage aloud just to hear how it feels in the air. Sometimes it means opening a new book without knowing why, only that it found me at the right moment.  

As the Reading Room moves into 2026, I hope it continues to be a gathering place for those who feel that same profound impulse: to learn not to achieve, to grow not to accumulate, and most of all to understand the beauty of learning.

“I am still learning.”

Michelangelo, at age 87

We don’t need permission to learn deeply.  We don’t need a classroom to pursue beauty, truth, or clarity.  All we need is curiosity, presence, and the willingness to begin, again and again.  

Welcome to a new year of learning…

Rebecca

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On Ordinary Bravery

Courage rarely announces itself. It lives quietly in the everyday in those who rise again after loss, who speak gently when anger would be easier, who keep tending to what is fragile and unfinished.

Ordinary bravery is the strength to continue showing up. Not for applause or recognition, but because something within us insists that kindness matters, that hope deserves another chance. It doesn’t wear armour or seek battle. It holds a trembling hand, forgives when the heart resists, and believes in beginnings even after endings.

The world often mistakes volume for valour. Yet the truest bravery is often unseen, a steadfastness that changes the day without needing to change the world. And perhaps that is enough.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light,

Rebecca

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What It Means to Read: The Lost Art of Integration

Lately, I’ve been wondering if anyone is truly reading anymore. We scroll endlessly (and I include myself in this “we”), glancing at words the way one might catch glimpses of a passing crowd. Our eyes move, our fingers swipe, and we call it reading. But something essential is missing. Reading, in its truest sense, isn’t just the act of taking in words. It’s the art of dwelling within them.

To read deeply is to surrender a portion of your mind to another’s imagination. It’s to invite a stranger, the author, into the quiet chambers of thought and emotion, to listen without interruption. It’s an act that takes time, focus, and trust. You cannot skim your way into understanding a soul.

When I think of what it means to read, I think of the moment when words dissolve into images, when a sentence rearranges something inside you, when you pause, not because you’ve reached the end of a chapter, but because you’ve reached the edge of yourself. Reading is a bridge between two consciousnesses, a rare meeting place where empathy and intellect intertwine.

In an age of automation, where books can be written without a heartbeat, it feels urgent to remember that reading is not consumption but communion. Every page asks for our highest participation. Every paragraph is an offering. And every book, when truly read, becomes part of the reader’s inner architecture and a living memory.

Until the next page turns, may the words you read find a lasting place within you.

Rebecca

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On Growing Older with Grace

There is a quiet freedom that comes with time, a loosening of urgency, a deepening of sight. Age is not a narrowing, but an expansion. A way of seeing the world with softer edges and truer colours.

The years do not take; they reveal. They show us what endures when appearances fade, what remains when striving settles into stillness. To grow older with grace is to walk lightly with what has been carried, to forgive both the world and oneself for being imperfect, and to recognize beauty not as something we chase, but as something that waits patiently within us.

Every line, every memory, every letting go is a kind of blessing. It is a signature of having lived, and lived deeply.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light,

Rebecca

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December 31 The Turning of the Year – New Beginnings

There is a stillness that falls between the old year and the new — a pause that feels like the held breath of time itself. The days are short, the evenings long, and yet there is light in the quiet — a whisper that invites us to begin again.

As Meister Eckhart reminds us, “And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.” In this space between what has been and what will be, we are given a gift — not of resolutions or lists, but of renewal. A chance to open the door to another year with gratitude for what has shaped us and courage for what is to come. May this final day of December find you resting in the wonder of possibility — the sense that life, like the seasons, is always beginning again.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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December 28 Year’s End Grace – Light Eternal

Winter mornings dawn softly, the hush before the world awakens, the glow of light through the window, the faint echo of a remembered hymn. The candles are all lit now, and their flames join as one: hope, peace, joy, and love blending into light eternal.

Grace lives here, in the ordinary and the wondrous, in the laughter of family, in the memory of those we hold in our hearts, and in the quiet truth that light will always return. May this sacred season remind you that even in the smallest spark, the whole world is illuminated with love.

Until next week, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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December 25 The Gift of Light – Love

As the longest night of the year has come, we gather light where we can in candles, in faces, in love freely given. On Christmas, the Advent candle glows with that warmth. Love is not a possession; it is a gift that grows brighter as it is shared.

On this Christmas morning, may you feel the nearness of those you cherish, whether across the room or across the miles. Let love be your light, steady and kind, leading you toward the promise of of this special season. May the flame of this fourth candle remind you that love, once kindled, never truly fades.

Until next Sunday may your mornings unfold in wonder and light,

Rebecca

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December 21 The Music of Stillness – Joy

Joy often hides in stillness. It is the hush between songs, the laughter that follows a pause, the way candlelight dances against a windowpane. In the busyness of December, joy waits patiently, asking only to be noticed.

Perhaps joy is not something we chase, but something that finds us when we stop running. It hums in the quiet of early morning, in the scent of pine, in the sparkle of frost upon the branches. May this third Sunday remind you that joy does not shout. It sings softly within the heart that listens.

Until next we meet, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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December 14 The Warmth of Gathering – Peace

Peace often arrives through simple nearness — the laughter around a kitchen table, the murmur of shared stories, the comfort of familiar hands. Outside, rain or snow may fall, but within the circle of gathering, warmth deepens. It is the peace of belonging, of being known and welcomed.

In these December mornings, may we remember that peace is not the absence of sound or movement but the presence of connection. It is found in generosity, forgiveness, and the quiet grace of being together. May this second candle burn gently for peace — within our homes, within our hearts, and within the world we share.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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December 7 Winter’s First Light – Hope

Winter’s first light arrives quietly — a pale shimmer across frost‑touched rooftops, the promise of a new season unfolding. Hope, like dawn, begins softly. It does not demand; it simply appears, reminding us that even the longest night yields to morning.

This first Sunday of Advent invites us to look for the small beginnings of renewal — in a word of kindness, in a candle’s glow, in the calm that follows the first snowfall. Hope is not a distant star but the gentle light we carry within us, waiting to be shared. May this morning awaken that quiet hope, and may its light guide you through the days to come.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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Advent Morning Reflections – December 2025: A Season of Light and Memory

November 30, 2025

As December approaches, the days grow shorter and the evenings deepen into stillness. Outside, the world gathers its quiet. Rain against the window, frost along the branches, the slow rhythm of a season turning inward. It is a time of candles and stories, of reflection and gentle anticipation.

In our home, Advent has always marked the beginning of something tender. It is a season to pause, to remember, and to rekindle light. It is not only a countdown to Christmas, but a journey through hope, peace, joy, and love, four small flames that grow brighter with each passing Sunday.

These reflections are born from a tradition that began long before this blog in the soft glow of candlelight, the sound of quiet hymns, and the warmth of family gathered on winter Sundays. My mother’s Advent candles marked the passing of each December week with hope, peace, joy, and love.

In Rebecca’s Reading Room, I continue that rhythm offering words instead of candles, light shared through reflection rather than flame. Each morning piece in this series is a small celebration of presence, memory, and renewal, a reminder that even in winter’s stillness, the light endures.

As we move through the coming weeks together, may these reflections offer a moment of quiet before the day begins with a a breath of calm in the busyness of the season. May we find, in the gentle rhythm of Advent, the simple truth my mother’s candles taught me long ago: that light is not something we wait for, but something we tend.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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A Morning Reflection

We live in a world of promises—quick fixes, fast growth, instant success. I feel a sadness that we’ve come to believe connection can be measured in numbers. Sadness that hope has become a sales pitch. Sadness that so many are searching for a formula, when what we truly need is time to listen—to others, to the world, and to ourselves.

I believe in the slow unfolding of authenticity. I believe in sitting still, allowing the quiet to find us. I believe that when we speak from truth—not strategy—our words find their way to those who need them most.

We do not have to chase attention. The right listener, the right reader, the right heart will hear. That is the real promise. That is enough.

We cannot hurry authenticity. It blooms in silence, in patience, in presence. Somewhere, someone is listening—not because we demanded it, but because our truth resonated across the unseen threads that bind us all.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light,

Rebecca

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The Companionable Silence

Some mornings are best kept in silence. Not the heavy silence of distance, but the companionable kind — the one shared with a cup of tea, a sleeping pet, or a thought that lingers softly without demanding words.

Silence, in its gentlest form, is not emptiness but presence. It allows the mind to settle, the heart to listen, and the spirit to find its own rhythm. In such silence, even the simplest moments — the hum of the kettle, the warmth of sunlight — become eloquent.

May you find peace in today’s quiet company, and in the knowledge that stillness is its own form of connection.

With gratitude for your presence in this Reading Room. Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and gentle light.

Rebecca

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The Light That Endures

On November 11, we pause. For a moment, the world grows still — a shared silence across time and place. In that quiet, we remember the courage of those who stood in our stead, and the love that led them to serve.

Remembrance is not only about the past; it is a promise we keep in the present — to live gently, to speak kindly, to honour the sacrifice of those who gave their lives for the sake of others. As Laurence Binyon wrote in For the Fallen, “At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.”

Morning light falls softly today, as if aware of its solemn task — to illuminate both loss and gratitude. It touches the names carved in stone, the folded hands, the poppies pinned to coats, and turns them into quiet symbols of hope.

Those we remember gave their light so that ours might continue. We honour them not only in silence, but in how we live — with gentleness, with courage, and with the will to choose understanding over division.

In Remembrance,

Rebecca

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Small Beginnings

Not all mornings begin with clarity. Some arrive hesitant and tender, asking only that we start. The first sip of tea, the first line on a blank page, the first step outside, each one a small declaration that we are here, willing to begin again.

Greatness often hides in small beginnings. A seed, a word, a gesture, all carry the promise of what may come, though none can see it yet. Perhaps that is the quiet courage of living: to trust in the unseen, to begin without certainty.

May this morning remind you that beginnings need not be grand to be meaningful. Only honest, and kind.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light,

Rebecca

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And that’s what being human is:
sometimes good people make bad decisions,
and bad people make good ones.

It doesn’t mean free will is an illusion.
It means responsibility still exists — even in a world of pressure and pain.
Freedom isn’t purity. It’s the space to admit:
Yeah. I did that. And I can do better next time.

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And the people around us — friends, followers, communities —
often live through us the same way parents live through their kids.
They push us toward the versions they wish they’d had the courage to live.

But regret disguised as advice is still regret.
And just because one path hurts
doesn’t mean the other would have healed you.

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