“Benediction” by Georgia Douglas Johnson

There are moments in life when we are called to let go — not out of indifference, but out of deep, abiding love. Georgia Douglas Johnson’s Benediction captures such a moment with tenderness and strength. It is the voice of an elder, perhaps a parent or mentor, sending their beloved into the world with a heart full of hope and release.

When I first read this poem, I felt a sense of destiny — not just for the speaker’s son, but for my own. We want the best for our children. We dream for them, pray for them, and carry them with our whole hearts. And yet, there comes a time when we must let them go. We send them forward, knowing that they are stepping into parts of life we may never see.

This is the quiet ache and the deep joy of parenthood: to be the wind beneath their wings, even as we step back and watch them rise.

Here is the poem that stirred these reflections:

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✨ Benediction

by George Douglas Johnson

Go forth, my son,
Winged by my heart’s desire!
Great reaches, yet unknown,
Await
For your possession.

I may not, if I would,
Retrace the way with you,
My pilgrimage is through,
But life is calling you!

Fare high and far, my son,
A new day has begun,
Thy star-ways must be won!

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There is so much contained in these few lines — not just farewell, but benediction in the truest sense: a spoken blessing, a sacred parting. Georgia’s speaker recognizes that their own journey is complete, but does not meet it with regret. Instead, there is joy, trust, and belief in the future the young will claim.

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🌿 Legacy, Light, and the Harlem Renaissance

Georgia Douglas Johnson’s “Benediction” belongs to the cultural and literary movement of the Harlem Renaissance — a time when Black poets, artists, and thinkers brought forth a powerful creative surge that reshaped American arts and letters. It was a renaissance of voices long silenced, expressing pain, pride, resilience, and joy.

This poem, though intimate in tone, echoes a collective history. It feels like a passing of the torch — from one generation that has endured much to another with boundless possibility. In this way, Benediction speaks to all of us, especially today, as we reckon with legacy and responsibility, past and future.

Georgia’s words remind us that every journey is made possible by those who came before — and that blessings given in love can become the wings that carry us forward.

Thank you for sharing this special moment with me in my reading room.

Rebecca

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Morning Reflection: Change Endures

Change is often met with resistance.
And for good reason.

It unsettles our routines, disturbs the familiar, and opens the door to the unknown. It asks us to relinquish control and step into a space where outcomes are uncertain. Beneath the surface of our discomfort lies a deeper vulnerability—change doesn’t just alter our surroundings; it can also shift our beliefs, challenge our self-perceptions, and stir long-buried fears. It is no wonder that change often brings with it a quiet undercurrent of anxiety.

And yet, despite all this, change endures.

Perhaps that is why I do not run from change. I won’t claim to thrive on it—not always. But I meet it as best I can, and accept its invitation with open, if trembling, hands. Because I’ve come to believe that change is the pulse of life, and resisting it is like trying to still the river with a stone.

“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”

Heraclitus

Recently, change arrived quietly—but profoundly.

My mother moved into long-term care, a decision filled with both sorrow and gratitude. She is wonderfully cared for, happy, and safe. And yet, as anyone who has walked this path knows, this kind of transition marks a turning of the page—not just in her story, but in mine as well. The routines we shared, the unspoken rhythms of caregiving, the closeness of daily presence—all have shifted. The journey continues, but in a different form now.

There is poignancy in this kind of change. An ending that holds a beginning. A love that takes on a new shape.

And in these moments, I return to the wisdom of those who lived long before us. Those who have written their stories.

“Nothing endures but change.”
“It is in changing that we find purpose.”

Heraclitus

Change is more than a disruption. It is a teacher. A sculptor. A mirror.

It challenges us to grow, to stretch, to discover new strength within ourselves. It fosters innovation and resilience, if we let it. And most of all, it reminds us that we are not static beings—we are in motion, always becoming.

So this morning, I welcome change—not with open arms, perhaps, but with an open heart.
Because even in the uncertainty, there is meaning.

And that is enough!

Rebecca

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The Valuable Time of Maturity by Mário Raul de Morais Andrade

One of my earliest poetry recitations was of The Valuable Time of Maturity by the Brazilian literary giant, Mário Raul de Morais Andrade. The poem arrived in my inbox serendipitously a few years ago —sent by my mother, as if she knew I needed to read those words at that very moment.

Its heartfelt message resonated deeply. As I continue to navigate life’s winding path, Andrade’s eloquent reflections on time, maturity, and meaningful connection have only grown in significance. With each passing year, I find myself returning to his verses with a new understanding—an expanded awareness of how precious our time truly is.

His words remind me to savour the present, to invest in relationships that matter, and to seek depth over distraction. In a world that often rushes us forward, this poem calls us gently back to what endures.

Thank you for joining me to celebrate life!

Rebecca

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The Valuable Time of Maturity

by Mário Raul de Morais Andrade

I counted my years and discovered that I have
less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.

I have more past than future.
I feel like the boy who received a bowl of candies.
The first ones, he ate ungracious,
but when he realized there were only a few left,
he began to taste them deeply.

I do not have time to deal with mediocrity.
I do not want to be in meetings where parade inflamed egos.

I am bothered by the envious, who seek to discredit
the most able, to usurp their places,
coveting their seats, talent, achievements and luck.

I do not have time for endless conversations,
useless to discuss about the lives of others
who are not part of mine.

I do not have time to manage sensitivities of people
who despite their chronological age, are immature.

I cannot stand the result that generates
from those struggling for power.

People do not discuss content, only the labels.
My time has become scarce to discuss labels,
I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry…
Not many candies in the bowl…

I want to live close to human people,
very human, who laugh of their own stumbles,
and away from those turned smug and overconfident
with their triumphs,
away from those filled with self-importance,
Who does not run away from their responsibilities ..
Who defends human dignity.
And who only want to walk on the side of truth
and honesty.
The essential is what makes
life worthwhile.

I want to surround myself with people,
who knows how to touch the hearts of people ….
People to whom the hard knocks of life,
taught them to grow with softness in their soul.

Yes …. I am in a hurry … to live with intensity,
that only maturity can bring.
I intend not to waste any part of the goodies
I have left …
I’m sure they will be more exquisite,
that most of which so far I’ve eaten.

My goal is to arrive to the end satisfied and in peace
with my loved ones and my conscience.
I hope that your goal is the same,
because either way you will get there too .. ” 

Mário Raul de Morais Andrade
(Oct 9, 1893 – Feb 25, 1945)
Brazilian poet, novelist, musicologist, art historian and critic, photographer”

Mario Raul de Morais Andrade

Mário Raul de Morais Andrade (1893–1945) was a Brazilian poet, novelist, and musicologist, widely regarded as one of the founding figures of Brazilian modernism. A visionary thinker, Andrade was deeply invested in shaping a unique Brazilian cultural identity—one rooted not in European imitation but in the vibrant, diverse traditions of his homeland. His work reflects a profound respect for Brazil’s indigenous peoples, particularly the Tupi and Guarani cultures, whose music, language, and folklore he championed throughout his career.

His groundbreaking poetry collection, Paulicéia Desvairada (1922), revolutionized Brazilian poetry. A central figure in São Paulo’s avant-garde for two decades, Andrade’s expertise spanned numerous disciplines, establishing him as Brazil’s national polymath. He spearheaded the Week of Modern Art in 1922, a pivotal event in Brazilian literature and visual arts, and authored the acclaimed novel Macunaíma in 1928. His work encompassed Brazilian folk music and poetry, and he later became the founding director of São Paulo’s Department of Culture, solidifying his role in shaping Brazil’s artistic modernity.

The Valuable Time of Maturity is a deeply personal and introspective prose-poem often shared as a reflection on aging, authenticity, and the preciousness of time. Though its exact origin has been debated—with some attributing it as a paraphrase or adaptation—it continues to resonate with readers around the world for its poignant honesty and life-affirming message.

In this poem, Andrade speaks not of regret, but of clarity—a clarity that comes with age and experience. He writes of choosing depth over pretense, sincerity over performance, and meaningful encounters over the noise of obligation.

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Letters to Vincent Podcast

“I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’.”

VINCENT WILLEM VAN GOGH

Vincent van Gogh’s genius lies not just in his art, but in his profound humanity. Despite a life plagued by mental anguish and persistent anxieties, he relentlessly pursued meaning and connection. He yearned to offer solace and support to others, driven by a deep-seated desire to enrich their lives. This unwavering dedication to compassion, even amidst his own turmoil, is a testament to his extraordinary spirit and makes his art all the more powerful. He reminds that that “Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”

I have been exploring the use of journaling to reflect on the idea of creativity. What is creativity? Is it the ability to generate new and valuable ideas. Is it a process of breaking away from traditional ways of thinking and seeing the world in a new light? Absolutely! And what is more – creativity is not limited to the arts; it can be applied to any field, from science to business to personal relationships. It is a skill that can be learned and developed, and it is essential for innovation and progress. So I continue to learn, to explore, to experience.

Recently, I’ve been using Julia Cameron’s “morning pages” technique from The Artist’s Way to unlock my creative potential. During one of these sessions, a thought emerged and I wrote these words: “I wish I could write a letter to Vincent van Gogh.” Each time I encounter his art, even digitally, I’m filled with gratitude. I wanted to express my thanks. This simple desire sparked a new project.

I’ve embarked on a journey of writing letters to Vincent, each one a meditation inspired by his paintings. It’s a way to connect with his work on a deeper level and explore the emotions it evokes. I hope to share my personal experience with Van Gogh’s art and encourage others to find their own connections.

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Rebecca’s Reading Room presents the podcast “Letters to Vincent”

Welcome to “Letters to Vincent,” a podcast dedicated to exploring the profound depths of Vincent van Gogh’s art. Each episode explores one of his paintings, offering a meditative journey into Van Gogh’s creative spirit. I look forward to experiencing a deeper understanding of his vision and how his art continues to illuminate the world around us.

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Dorothy Dances by Louis Untermeyer

Louis Untermeyer’s poem “Dorothy Dances” captures the essence of youthful exuberance and the fleeting nature of joy. The poem vividly portrays the character of Dorothy, who embodies innocence and a carefree spirit. Through rich imagery and rhythmic cadence, Untermeyer captures the dance as a metaphor for life’s ephemeral moments.

“Dorothy Dances” invites us to explore the interplay between innocence and the complexities of adult life. Reading this poem allows me to reflect on my own experiences of joy and loss. My key takeaways from “Dorothy Dances” are to appreciate the beauty of simplicity, the importance of cherishing moments of happiness, and an acknowledgment of the bittersweet transitions we all face as we age. Ultimately, “Dorothy Dances” serves as a poignant reminder to embrace life’s dance, with all its ups and downs.

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Dorothy Dances

By Louis Untermeyer

This is no child that dances. This is flame.
Here fire at last has found its natural frame.

What else is that which burns and flies
From those enkindled eyes…
What is that inner blaze
Which plays
About that lighted face?…
This thing is fire set free—
Fire possesses her, or rather she
Controls its mastery.
With every gesture, every rhythmic stride,
Beat after beat,
It follows, purring at her side,
Or licks the shadows of her flashing feet.
Around her everywhere
It coils its thread of yellow hair.
Through every vein its bright blood creeps,
And its red hands
Caress her as she stands
Or lift her boldly when she leaps.
Then, as the surge
Of radiance grows stronger
These two are two no longer
And they merge
Into a disembodied ecstasy;
Free
To express some half-forgotten hunger,
Some half-forbidden urge.

What mystery
Has been at work until it blent
One child and that fierce element?
Give it no name.
It is enough that flesh has danced with flame.

This poem is in the public domain.

Louis Untermeyer was an influential American poet, anthologist, and critic, born on October 1, 1885, in New York City. He played a significant role in the literary scene of the 20th century, known for his passionate advocacy of modern poetry and his extensive anthologies that introduced readers to contemporary poets. His anthologies, which debuted in 1919, quickly gained popularity in American educational institutions as textbooks. They played a significant role in elevating the profiles of literary figures like Amy Lowell and Robert Frost, while also challenging the perception of poetry as being overly pretentious.

Louis Untermeyer published numerous poetry collections, including “The New Era in American Poetry,” and was a prominent figure in the establishment of the Poetry Society of America. His work not only celebrated the art of poetry but also aimed to make it accessible to a broader audience, reflecting his belief in the power of poetry to inspire and connect people. Untermeyer passed away on December 18, 1977, leaving behind a rich legacy that continues to influence poets and readers alike.

Thank you for joining me in my reading room,

Rebecca

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Trees Need Not Walk the Earth

April 2025, Canada celebrates National Poetry Month with a heartfelt theme: family. This theme invites us to explore the intricate connections that define our lives, from the bonds with parents and siblings to the love shared with pets and soulmates. It encourages reflection on friendships that feel like family, even the nurturing of plants that bring life into our homes.

Poetry serves as a lens through which we can examine the shape of family, highlighting the intergenerational impact of our ancestors and how their legacies influence the generations that follow. Through this exploration, we find a deeper understanding of love, support, and the shared experiences that unite us all.

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Five years ago, I recorded a recitation of David Rosenthal’s poem “Trees Need Not Walk this World.” Recently, I stumbled upon this recording, which resonated with me as it highlights the theme of families within nature. The tone of the writing is reflective and nostalgic, evoking a sense of connection to both the poem and the familial themes it explores.

Trees Need Not Walk the Earth

By David Rosenthal

Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for bread;
Beauty will come to them
Where they stand.
Here among the children of the sap
Is no pride of ancestry:
A birch may wear no less the morning
Than an oak.
Here are no heirlooms
Save those of loveliness,
In which each tree
Is kingly in its heritage of grace.
Here is but beauty’s wisdom
In which all trees are wise.
Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for bread;
Beauty will come to them
In the rainbow—
The sunlight—
And the lilac-haunted rain;
And bread will come to them
As beauty came:
In the rainbow—
In the sunlight—
In the rain.
This poem is in the public domain.

This April I am celebrating the profound connections that poetry fosters within our families. When I read and recite poetry, I am grateful for the bonds that unite us across generations. Together, let us continue to explore and create poetry that honours our familial ties, cherishing the stories that shape our identities and inspire future generations. In the spirit of togetherness, may we embrace the power of words to bring us closer, weaving a tapestry of memories that enrich our lives and celebrate the essence of family.

As Maya Angelou reminds us: “Family isn’t always blood, it’s the people in your life who want you in theirs: the ones who accept you for who you are, the ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.”

Thank you for sharing this spacial moment with me,

Rebecca

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Celebrating Earth Day with Henry David Thoreau

Thank you for joining me in Celebrating Earth Day 2025!

Earth Day serves as a platform to educate people about environmental issues, promoting awareness of topics such as climate change, pollution, and biodiversity loss. This year’s theme, OUR POWER, OUR PLANET, urges us all to unite in the pursuit of renewable energy. As we face the pressing challenges of climate change, it’s crucial to respond to the call to action.

Each year on Earth Day, I read from Henry David Thoreau’s famous work, Walden. My copy of Walden was a gift from my father which allows me to celebrate Earth Day by remembering our “Walden” conversations from years past. Dad agreed with Thoreau’s insights on living within our world: the importance of simplicity, self-sufficiency, and a deep appreciation for the natural environment that surrounds us. The changing seasons, the sounds of the forest, and the rhythms of life serve as a reminder of the interconnectedness of all living things.

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Thoreau’s words encourage us to reflect on our relationship with nature and to embrace a lifestyle that harmonizes with the beauty and tranquility of the world. When we slow down and appreciate the small wonders of life, we begin to understand the vital role that nature plays in our well-being.

In this age of rapid change and growing environmental challenges, Thoreau’s words resonate even more. They inspire us to seek solace, clarity, and purpose in nature, reminding us that our survival is intrinsically linked to the health of the planet.

By recognizing Earth Day, we acknowledge the importance of preserving our planet for future generations and affirm our commitment to nurturing the Earth.

“We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”

Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

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A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson

Spring brings a unique light that awakens the earth and enhances the vibrancy of colours. Greens have a vivid radiance that energizes the spring blooms. As the mist of the new season settles, I feel the gentleness of the serene atmosphere, which invites me to open my arms wide to embrace the beauty around me.

The fresh air is invigorating. It is a time of renewal and growth, where nature comes alive in a spectacular display. Each day feels like a celebration of life, as the warmth of the sun begins to chase away the remnants of winter, encouraging a sense of hope and possibility.

Emily Dickinson’s words in her poem, “A Light Exists in Spring” speaks of the essence of spring with its delicate interplay of light and nature. She evokes a sense of renewal and awakening, using vivid imagery to portray the subtle yet profound transformations that occur during this season. Using a contemplative and reverent tone, Emily invites me to experience the tranquility and joy that accompanies the arrival of spring.

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In the final stanzas, Emily reflects on the passage of this unique light, linking it to feelings of loss. She reminds me to appreciate the beauty of the present moment while acknowledging that it too will fade. Her words are a meditation on how seasonal changes signify a deeper understanding of the cycle of life.

A Light Exists in Spring

by Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —-
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —-

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

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Thank you for sharing this moment with me,

Rebecca

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Celebrating Scrabble Day: A Timeless Game of Strategy and Language

April 13th marks Scrabble Day, a celebration honouring the birthday of its ingenious inventor, Alfred Mosher Butts. This beloved board game, which first emerged in 1938, was born from Butts’ desire to create a new twist on an earlier word game he called Lexico. Scrabble combines elements of strategy and creativity, allowing players to compete by forming words from lettered tiles on a game board. The interlocking words resemble a crossword puzzle, adding an extra layer of challenge and engagement to the game.

In 1948, the game was transformed when James Brunot acquired the rights and rebranded it as “Scrabble,” a term that means “to scratch frantically.” This new name brilliantly described the excitement and intensity of gameplay, as players race against each other to maximize their scores. The introduction of features like blank tiles and triple word scores further enhanced the strategic depth of the game, making it appealing to word enthusiasts and casual players alike.

Playing Scrabble as a child was a formative experience for me, as it opened my eyes to the complexities and beauty of language. Each game was not just about forming words on a board; it was a dance of strategy and creativity, where the right combination of letters could yield not only points but also a sense of accomplishment.

I was fascinated (and still am) by the way words could be constructed, deconstructed, and manipulated to convey meaning, sparking a lifelong appreciation for the power of language and communication. Those moments spent with family and friends, challenging each other to think critically and expand our vocabularies, laid the groundwork for my love of reading and writing. Scrabble taught me that words hold immense potential and that every letter carries a story waiting to be told.

Thank you for celebrating Scrabble Day with me,

Rebecca

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S5 E4: “Crossing the Bar” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“Crossing the Bar” is a reflective poem written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. It was first published in 1889, just a few years before the poet’s death. The theme of mortality and the journey from life to death are embedded in these poetic words. “Crossing the Bar” is an extended metaphor to liken death to traversing the “sandbar” that separates the river of life, characterized by its flowing “flood,” from the vast ocean beyond death, referred to as the “boundless deep,” to which we ultimately return.

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Tennyson sets the tone in the opening lines as he describes the setting sun and the evening star, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. The poet hears a clear call, symbolizing the call of death, and expresses his hope that there will be no obstacles or difficulties when he departs from this world (“no moaning of the bar”).

He then speaks of a tide that seems asleep – a peaceful and gentle movement, not turbulent or agitated. This metaphor suggests a smooth transition from life to death, as the speaker hopes for a serene and calm passage.

As the poem progresses, Tennyson introduces the imagery of twilight, evening bell, and the eventual darkness. These elements symbolize the approach of death and the unknown that lies beyond. Despite the uncertainty, the poet expresses his desire for a farewell free from sadness, indicating his acceptance and peace with the inevitable.

In the final stanza, Tennyson reflects on the journey beyond the boundaries of time and place. He speaks of a flood that may carry him far away, but he still holds hope in his heart. The speaker longs to see his “Pilot face to face” after crossing the metaphorical bar, suggesting his expectancy of meeting the Divine and finding solace in the presence of a guiding force.

“Crossing the Bar” is a deeply contemplative poem that addresses the universal inevitability of death and the unknown journey that follows. Tennyson’s masterful use of imagery and metaphor creates a sense of tranquility, acceptance, and hope amidst the uncertainty of life’s ultimate voyage.

Crossing The Bay

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson 

Sunset and evening star,
      And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
      When I put out to sea,

   But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
      Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
      Turns again home.

   Twilight and evening bell,
      And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
      When I embark;

   For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
      The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
      When I have crost the bar.

“Crossing the Bar,” offers a key lesson. That is, the importance of acceptance. Tennyson encourages us to embrace the inevitability of death as a natural part of life’s journey. His use of imagery related to the sea serves as a metaphor for life’s uncertainties, reminding us to navigate our experiences with courage and grace. Ultimately, “Crossing the Bar” teaches us to reflect on our lives, cherish our relationships, and find peace in the face of the unknown.

Thank you for joining me in my reading room,

Rebecca

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Vincent & Theo by Deborah Heiligman

“The world would not have Vincent without Theo.”

Deborah Heiligman, Vincent and Theo: The Van Gogh Brothers

“Vincent and Theo: The Van Gogh Brothers” by Deborah Heiligman is a profound exploration of the relationship between Vincent van Gogh and his brother Theo. Heiligman masterfully weaves together historical facts and emotional depth, providing readers with a vivid portrait of their bond.

The narrative explores Vincent’s struggles with mental health and the unwavering support Theo offered throughout his life, showcasing the complexities of familial love and sacrifice. Deborah Heiligman’s lyrical prose captures the beauty and tragedy of Vincent’s art, making it a compelling read for both art enthusiasts and those interested in the human experience.

“Vincent and Theo” offered an in-depth look into how Theo’s support and love was pivotal in Van Gogh’s life and artistry. The tone is reflective and appreciative, conveying a sense of wonder and admiration for both the artist and his creations. Overall, this book is a heartfelt tribute to the enduring connection between two brothers. .

One of the most poignant moments in the book was when Deborah Heiligman introduced me to Vincent’s painting “The ‘Laakmolen’ near The Hague”.

The Laakmolen near The Hague: A Symbol of Vincent and Theo’s Relationship

Vincent painted the watercolour, ”The ‘Laakmolen’ near The Hague” during the summer of 1882. This piece reflects his evolving technique and keen observation of the world around him, showcasing his ability to capture the beauty of everyday scenes. ‘Laakmolen’ highlights Vincent’s early forays into landscape painting. It is a testament to his artistic development during a difficult and complex time in his life.

The ‘Laakmolen’ is a poignant message to Theo, reminding him of their shared journey and aspirations. They had once walked together on this path and spoke of loyalty and support for each other. They shared a deep bond that transcends mere brotherhood. This painting stands as a testament to support and friendship, a plea to Theo to remain steadfast by Vincent’s side.

The faint figure retreating in the background can be interpreted in several ways, adding layers to the narrative within Vincent’s artwork. This figure might symbolize the external societal pressures and norms that often overshadowed the intimate bond between Vincent and Theo. The retreating figure could represent the struggles that Vincent faced, possibly reflecting the isolation he often felt in a society that did not fully understand his artistry and mental health challenges.

Whatever the interpretation, the ambiguity of this figure serves as a contrast to the closeness of the two men in the foreground, highlighting the support and connection they shared amidst the loneliness and misunderstanding that characterized much of Vincent’s life.

‘Laakmolen’ is more than just a landscape painting; it encapsulates the profound bond between the brothers, illustrating how familial love and support can influence and transform an artist’s journey.

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Milestone: Voltaire’s Historic Return to Paris in 1778

On this day in 1778, the renowned philosopher and writer François-Marie Arouet, aka Voltaire, returned to Paris after 28 years of exile, a few months before his passing at the grand age of 83. His exile was not a surprise, given his outspoken criticism of the French government and the Catholic Church. His writings often challenged the status quo and advocated for civil liberties and freedom of expression. The authorities were not amused.

In 1717, after a particularly sharp satirical verse that mocked a powerful nobleman, he was imprisoned in the Bastille. Following his release, to avoid further reprisals, he was exiled to England for nearly three years. His return to France was limited due to ongoing tensions with authorities, and he largely lived in exile in various places near the French-Swiss border, where he continued to write and promote his ideas until his eventual return to Paris in 1778.

Voltaire’s return marked a significant moment in French literature and philosophy.

Voltaire spent much of his life advocating for civil liberties, freedom of expression, and separation of church and state. His keen observations and sharp wit would continue to influence the Enlightenment and inspire future generations. His return to the capital was celebrated by many who admired his contributions to thought and culture, even as he remained a controversial figure to some.

Voltaire’s contributions to literature, philosophy, and the foundations of modern democratic thought make him a vital figure in understanding the evolution of our societal values. His works provide critical insights into the Enlightenment period, emphasizing reason, individualism, and skepticism of authority. He encouraged his readers to think critically about their own beliefs and the world around them. His advocacy for civil liberties and freedom of speech remains relevant today, making his ideas crucial for understanding contemporary issues.

Thank you for joining me on this milestone to celebrate Voltaire’s influence on literature, philosophy, and political thought. Without question, he has shaped modern discourse.

Rebecca

Voltaire’s ashes were placed in the Panthéon in Paris on July 11, 1791. The Panthéon is a neoclassical mausoleum that honors France’s most distinguished citizens.

This event marked a significant recognition of Voltaire’s contributions to French literature, philosophy, and the broader Enlightenment movement. His entombment in such a prestigious location underscores the lasting impact of his ideas on freedom of thought and expression. The Panthéon serves as a testament to the values Voltaire championed throughout his life, reminding future generations of the importance of civil liberties and intellectual discourse.

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S5 E2 Surprised by Joy by William Wordsworth

‘Surprised by Joy’ is a heart-breaking poem written by William Wordsworth when recalling the grief of his daughter Catherine’s passing. The poem is written in the form of a sonnet, with the first eight lines describing his initial shock and disbelief, and the last six lines expressing his deep sorrow and regret.

Surprised by Joy

by William Wordsworth

Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind—
But how could I forget thee?—Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss!—That thought’s return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart’s best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.

Surprised by Joy by William Wordsworth – Rebecca's Reading Room

William Wordsworth experienced a great deal of pain throughout his life. His poem “Surprised by Joy” is an expressive piece that reflects on his life and his ability to find joy amidst grief. With his poetic words, he expresses surprise at the unexpected joy that came to him even when grieving.  He questions why he can feel joy when his daughter is no longer with him.

William Wordsworth captures the emptiness of grief with words that express a profound understanding of loss.  Yet, there is joy. He reminds us that joy can be found in the most unexpected of places, bringing us back to a time of our most cherished memories.

William Wordsworth reminds us that joy can be found in the most unexpected of places,

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Sea Fever by John Masefield

Story-telling is the signature of humanity. 

And the very best stories of all come from our poets.  

John Edward Masefield was a consummate story-teller.  Born in Ledbury in Herefordshire, England on June 1, 1878, he lost his parents at an early age and endured an unhappy education at the King’s School in Warwick. He escaped to the sea on board the HMS Conway for two reasons, the first one being to train for a life at sea.   

His second reason was more unusual: to break his addiction to reading because his aunt thought it was a wasteful pastime.  Instead of curbing his appetite for reading, the lengthy time at sea gave him the occasion to read and write.  His love of story-telling was cultivated when he listened to shipmates speak of the lore of the sea.

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John Masefield left the sea to become a writer.  It was not an easy road – he lived as a vagrant and accepted odd jobs, including an assistant to a bar keeper. Through a combination of hard work, dedication to his craft, and a deep connection to his roots, he honed his skills as a poet. His ability to articulate the human experience, coupled with a unique perspective on life, eventually led to his recognition as a poet.

John Masefield became Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1930 until his death in 1967.  He rests in the Poets’ Corner in Westminster Abbey.

Sea Fever is on my favourite list.  I especially identify with:  “And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover.”  In the end, it is our connections with friends and family that make life extraordinary.

Sea Fever
by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Sea Fever by John Masefield – Rebecca's Reading Room

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Toasting the Professor

As in years past, January 3rd is a special evening. Don and I joined other J.R.R. Tolkien fans from around the world in raising a glass to toast the birthday of this much loved author, J.R.R. Tolkien, at precisely 21:00 (9:00pm) local time. I have chosen a special combination of cranberry juice and soda for the occasion.

The toast is simply “The Professor”.

J.R.R. Tolkien, author of the classical mythological world of The Hobbit, The Lord of The Rings, and The Silmarillion, created a collection of legends set in a fictional universe.  He once said that “War deepened and sobered my imagination and stimulated my love of fantasy.”  The months in the trenches of WWI made a lasting impression, which is reflected within his writings.  Even so, J.R.R. Tolkien did not yield to despondency.  His response was to embrace life as a remarkable adventure to be experienced abundantly and completely.

In today’s tumultuous world, Tolkien’s narratives offer an escape to fantastical realms where courage and hope prevail. His stories remind us of the strength found in friendship and the potential for personal growth. His writing reflects deep philosophical and moral questions, encouraging us to contemplate our values, choices, and the nature of power and its consequences.

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.
“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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Thank you 2024, Welcome 2025

Every Sunday, I head over to Dave’s place, “Dave Astor on Literature”, to meet up with friends and talk about books. Dave’s recent post “The Winter of Our Book Content”, discussed the theme “winter” in books.

Winter is a perfect topic for the end of December. But as I am wont to do, my comment response digressed. Rather than discussing books, I reflected on winter in terms of poetic words.

A couple of days ago, an e-mail landed in my inbox which featured Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem “Snowflake-Flake” which happens to be one of my most favourite winter poem. I have goosebumps when I read the opening words:

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Winter has long been a muse for poets, evoking imagery of snow-covered landscapes and the quiet beauty of the season. I think of Christina Rossetti and Robert Frost who beautifully capture the essence of winter in their works. Rossetti’s “In the Bleak Midwinter” reflects on the serene yet stark nature of the season, while Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” paints a vivid picture of a snowy evening’s tranquility. Poets seem to have an affinity with winter. I think of William Wordsworth with his poem “The Prelude” and John Keats’s poem” In drear nighted December”. Both poems offer a contemplative perspective on nature’s cycles.

Thank you, dear friends, for an amazing year of books, discussions and connections. I think of Robert Frost’s words as we say goodbye to 2024 and welcome 2025:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

I look forward to the miles ahead!

Rebecca

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What Makes a Book Unforgettable?

What makes a book unforgettable?

Compelling characters? Uniques narrative style? Powerful themes? Emotional Impact? Rich language and imagery?

All of these characteristics create memorable reading experiences. But to be unforgettable, in my opinion, a book must have a thought provoking idea that challenges societal norms – ideas that stretch our critical thinking capabilities.

On November 24, 1859, a book was published that challenged our most sacred of values and belief structures: “On the Origin of Species” by Charles Darwin.

“On the Origin of Species” changed scientific understanding of how living things develop over time. In this groundbreaking work, Darwin proposed that species evolve over generations through a process where advantageous traits become more common in a population due to their beneficial effects on survival and reproduction. His observations during the voyage of HMS Beagle and subsequent research laid the foundation for modern evolutionary biology.

Charles Darwin’s Theories Opened the Door to New Explorations

Charles Darwin’s groundbreaking theories instigated a vast range of explorations across multiple disciplines, fundamentally changing our understanding of life and its development on Earth. While there was initial skepticism within the scientific community, and opposition from the religious community, his work gained traction over time.

On the Origin of Species continues to open doors to new explorations in various fields including Evolutionary Biology, Anthropology, Geology, Conservation and Ecology, Social Sciences, and Earth Science.

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives,
not the most intelligent that survives.
It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”

Charles Darwin

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An Unburnable Book

In 1953, a limited run of Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury’s iconic dystopian novel, was produced with an asbestos binding. The idea was to render the books unburnable, which responded to the novel’s central theme of censorship and the destruction of literature in a future where books are outlawed and actively burned.

200 Unburnable Books were published – signed by Ray Bradbury.

The irony of using a material associated with fire resistance to bind a book about the dangers of burning literature is striking and highlights the novel’s critique of society’s anti-intellectualism. (Remember that the dangers of asbestos was unknown in 1953.)

But the irony continues…

According to a July 31, 2018 article in Open Culture, col­lec­tors want these books and will pay upwards of $20,000 to possess an “Unburnable” book.

The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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This morning I received an e-mail noting the passing of Harriet Monroe on this day of September 26, 1936. Who was Harriet Monroe, I wondered? With that question, I felt the ground shake and a rabbit hole suddeningly appeared. As you know, I love rabbit holes for they open me up to unexpected insights and knowledge that enrich my understanding of the world. With Harriet Monroe’s name in my mind, I jumped in with both feet.

A Farewell

by Harriet Monroe

GOOD-BY: nay, do not grieve that it is over—
  The perfect hour;
That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover,
  Flits from the flower.

Grieve not,—it is the law. Love will be flying—         
  Yea, love and all.
Glad was the living; blessed be the dying!
  Let the leaves fall.

Harriet Monroe (1860-1936) was a poet, editor, scholar, literary critic, and a generous patron of the arts, most notably recognized for founding the literary journal Poetry: A Magazine of Verse in 1912. Monroe’s meticulous and thoughtful approach to editing became her hallmark; she championed an “Open Door” policy, emphasizing that art and integrity were paramount, even above her own preferences and the biases of influential peers and competing publications.

Under Monroe’s leadership, Poetry emerged as a prestigious and influential publication, navigating challenges such as a world war and the Great Depression during her editorial tenure. Harriet Monroe’s keen eye for lasting quality enabled her to sidestep the allure of fleeting literary trends and the comfort of traditional poetic forms.

In her later years, she undertook extensive travels that were dedicated to the promotion of literature and the enhancement of global literary culture. She excelled in her role as editor of the Poetry magazine until she died in Arequipa, Peru on September 26, 1936, at age 75. She was on her way to climb Machu Picchu, and the high altitudes reportedly triggered a cerebral hemorrhage, which caused her death.

Harriet Monroe’s legacy is firmly imprinted on the literary landscape, reflecting her unwavering commitment to the arts. Her work allows poetry to thrive in our lives today, ensuring that the voices of countless poets continue to resonate.

Monroe’s pioneering spirit and dedication to nurturing poetic voices have undoubtedly opened doors for poets of today, allowing them to explore and express their creativity in an ever-evolving literary landscape. Her legacy lives on in the diverse array of contemporary poetic forms that have emerged, including spoken word, slam poetry, and digital poetry. These new avenues not only challenge traditional structures but also amplify the voices of marginalized communities and foster innovative modes of expression. Thanks to Harriet Monroe’s foundational work, the world of poetry continues to thrive, inviting all to participate in its vibrant and dynamic tapestry.

https://rebeccasreadingroom.ca/2024/09/26/milestone-harriet-monroe/

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In our fast-paced lives, taking a pause during the day is essential for mental clarity and emotional well-being. These moments of respite allow us to recharge, reflect, and reconnect with ourselves, fostering creativity and reducing stress. By stepping back from our daily routines, we create space for mindfulness, enabling us to process thoughts and rejuvenate our spirits. This intentional break not only enhances productivity but also promotes a healthier work-life balance, ensuring that we approach our tasks with renewed energy and focus. Taking a moment to read, to think, and to consider ideas is vital for personal growth and understanding, enriching our perspectives and enhancing our decision-making abilities.

Your invitation to pause with me…

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In the stillness of a brief pause, clarity finds its voice….

https://rebeccasreadingroom.ca/2024/09/24/breathe-in-the-stillness/

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