10 Camels

04/26/2026

If you have ever loved something that kept you from loving yourself, and wondered what would happen if you let it go…

…these 2 books of poetry are 4 you.

Book Bundle Sale in celebration of Unraveling's 2 year publication anniversary available while copies last.

10CAMELS, where Rebecca Wilson is turning words into water for thirsty hearts.

04/25/2026

What happens after it all unravels?

You begin composing a faith that’s more curious than the one you inherited.

Unraveling ➡️ Not My Grandmother’s Hymnal
2 chapters of 1 continuing story.
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04/24/2026

2 years + 1 day ago Unraveling: Coming Out and Back Together was published. Today I'm celebrating the ways this first book of poetry freed me to write the second.

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04/24/2026

Today, I celebrate the 2 years + 1 day anniversary of Unraveling: Coming Out and Back Together. 2 years + 1 day ago, my first book of poetry was published. Those 21 poems, capturing a season of surrender, were released into the world.

2 years + 1 day ago, I very publicly let go of a whole lot that was never mine to carry, including the shame of a linen clergy robe that had me so entangled I could barely breathe, let alone really write.

2 years + 1 day ago, I picked up a pen with endless ever-evolving colored ink. Unbound to a religious tradition that said I could be anything except for who god made me.

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04/23/2026

Today, I’m not going to talk about this book. But join me tomorrow when I celebrate its 2 year + 1 day anniversary.

04/22/2026

New poem flowing at Wednesdays at the Well.

a poem for Earth Day

04/22/2026

Here’s where the poem got started. Come by Wednesdays at the Well (substack) tomorrow to read where it went.

Weeping Fruit Trees of Mother Earth
a poem for Earth Day.

04/21/2026

Wednesdays at the Well. Poetic reflections on the things that cause and quench our thirst. Flowing on Substack.

04/20/2026

Last week I wandered around Chicago. En route to the Field Museum, I stopped in Millennium Park. The Bean (officially titled Cloud Gate) with its mirror like surface reflects the city’s skyline, the people gathered there and those just passing by.

Standing there I realized, I am a reflection of my grandmothers, not a replica. The same is true for my faith. It’s shaped by the beliefs and traditions of others, and also uniquely my own. It changes. Shifts and bends with time. Softens with experience.

My heart breaks for a world being destroyed by a Church whose faith is more a replica of empire and less a reflection of love. And my heart remembers the grandmothers who teach me how, what, where, when, and why to sing.

The poems of Not My Grandmother’s Hymnal honor the faith I inherited and reflect the ways I continue re-imagining what it means to be human and divine.

Who do you resemble?
What faith and beliefs do you reflect?
What questions and curiosities are you holding?

Tenderly, Rebecca

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04/15/2026

“Sometimes finding our voice sounds like silence. Listening. Reflecting rather than responding. Being more than doing. Curiosity the compass. Questions the map. Possibility the destination.”

New poem flowing at Wednesdays at the Well.

a poem from the water’s edge

04/14/2026

Sometimes finding our voice sounds like silence.
Wednesdays at the Well.