Rebekah’s patterns are inspired by the wonder of the natural world. She likes to weave in story into her collections. For licensing, contact Rebekah at rebekah@rebekahlowell.com.
From struggle comes growth, and in this collection, Rebekah illustrates the duality through natural elements such as darkness and light, thorns and blooms, confinement and freedom. Inspired by her novel in verse, THE ROAD TO AFTER, this collection reminds us that on the other side of a storm is the sun, and on the other side of pain is renewal.
From struggle comes growth, and in this collection, Rebekah illustrates the duality through natural elements such as darkness and light, thorns and blooms, confinement and freedom. Inspired by her novel in verse, THE ROAD TO AFTER, this collection reminds us that on the other side of a storm is the sun, and on the other side of pain is renewal.
A field of wildflowers, birds, and butterflies is a never-ending playground and world of wonder. In this collection, Rebekah reimagines her childhood spent in grasses taller than she was. In the field that waves with the wind, many critters find a home, and it is home for her heart.
A field of wildflowers, birds, and butterflies is a never-ending playground and world of wonder. In this collection, Rebekah reimagines her childhood spent in grasses taller than she was. In the field that waves with the wind, many critters find a home, and it is home for her heart.
A butterfly can only earn their wings after struggle. Each summer I rescue, raise, and release monarchs— my highest number so far, being 154 in 2020. This conservation project for me is part of a mission to help the monarch’s plight for survival because their journey from egg to winged wonder is fraught with peril, but it is also because witnessing metamorphosis is healing for me. As a survivor of abuse, the monarch butterfly speaks to my heart and gives me hope and strength. Below is a poem I wrote from a monarch’s of view.
I emerge,
crawl,
and nibble
milkweed.
I molt,
and grow
on the leaves
until
I spin a silk anchor
to grasp while I change,
upside down,
into a quiet cloak—
my chrysalis,
where I wait.
Outside
I look still,
but inside,
I’m lacing together,
into something new.
I emerge,
free.
A butterfly can only earn their wings after struggle. Each summer I rescue, raise, and release monarchs— my highest number so far, being 154 in 2020. This conservation project for me is part of a mission to help the monarch’s plight for survival because their journey from egg to winged wonder is fraught with peril, but it is also because witnessing metamorphosis is healing for me. As a survivor of abuse, the monarch butterfly speaks to my heart and gives me hope and strength. Below is a poem I wrote from a monarch’s of view.
I emerge,
crawl,
and nibble
milkweed.
I molt,
and grow
on the leaves
until
I spin a silk anchor
to grasp while I change,
upside down,
into a quiet cloak—
my chrysalis,
where I wait.
Outside
I look still,
but inside,
I’m lacing together,
into something new.
I emerge,
free.