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My goal is to encourage a deep and profound awareness of our personal journeys. There is always a story to be read, an adventure to be imagined, and an idea to be understood.

Words give meaning to the present while expressing the universal hopes and aspirations of humanity, past and future.  Gertrude Stein once said, “A masterpiece…may be unwelcome but it is never dull.”   For me, books that challenge my “status quo” and test my firmly held beliefs may be uncomfortable, but they are anything but boring. 

The bond between writer and reader gives relevance to the exchange.  My goal is to understand the message in the spirit in which it was given and to embrace the diversity of accepted wisdom. In the end, it is about connecting with others, whether they live in our century or 2500 years ago.

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Welcome to Rebecca’s Reading Room, a quiet library of words and reflections. This is a place to pause, to linger with books and poetry, and to let stories become companions. Some books walk beside us for a season, others stay for a lifetime — all of them leave their mark.

Here you’ll find gentle meditations on poetry, thoughtful book reviews, and explorations that wander from Emily Carr’s artistry to Goethe’s Faust, from the hidden corners of literature to the voices of poets who still speak across time. Every post is an invitation to slow down, to listen, and to rediscover the joy of reading as a lifelong journey.

You are always welcome in the Reading Room.

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A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep by Emily Dickinson Rebecca's Reading Room

S6 E1:A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep by Emily Dickinson (Poem 582)A long, long sleep, a famous sleepThat makes no show for dawnBy stretch of limb or stir of lid,—An independent one.Was ever idleness like this?Within a hut of stoneTo bask the centuries awayNor once look up for noon?There is something both eerie and tender in these eight lines. Emily Dickinson’s poem opens with the rhythm of rest—a “famous sleep” that suggests death, not as an end but as an enduring state of being. The “independent one” is beyond the cycles of morning and noon, detached from time, yet curiously alive in our imagination.Death here is not portrayed as tragic; rather, it is stillness without suffering, idleness without regret. The “hut of stone” reminds us of the grave, but also of solitude—a sanctuary from motion and measure. Dickinson transforms what might seem a bleak image into an act of cosmic repose.When I read these words aloud, I felt a kind of reverent hush. There is no fear in this poem, only acceptance—a surrender to what lies beyond waking. It reminds me how rarely we allow ourselves to be still, to imagine existence without striving or movement. Dickinson’s voice whispers across the centuries, asking us to consider that eternity might not be loud or radiant, but quietly restful.Perhaps that is the deeper invitation of this poem: to recognize that rest itself—the long, long sleep—is not an absence of life, but a continuation of being in another form.My Takeaway: As I recited this poem, I was struck by how Dickinson frames death not as darkness, but as independence—a release from the tyranny of time. The line “To bask the centuries away” lingers with me, an image of peaceful endurance. It made me wonder: if we could “bask” within the moments of our lives, instead of rushing through them, might we glimpse a little eternity even now?Thank you for joining me in the Poetry Salon. Until the next poem unfolds,RebeccaVideo: Eivindvik, Norway (R. Budd Photo Archives)Music by Epidemic SoundPsalm by Anders Schiller Paulsenhttps://www.epidemicsound.com/music/tracks/1f1d94e9-5fc4-477c-a3c4-156df67d4c9a/
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