I woke up extremely early from a dream I can’t remember–
It was basically sunrise so I sped through the morning prayers and then went outside to feel the sun on my face! :)
The calendar says fall but it seems like Indian Summer to me…
I sat with my back to the stone wall, feeling so lucky and blessed to be here, at this place, at this time. I’m in love with life and everyone!!!!
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. --Robert Fripp
Rebekka's Blog - The Best mornings are the ones that take you by surprise.
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Rebekka writes a new song.
I wrote a new song today...this one is just for me.
After all these years
My question is the same
Does this path lead to myself
Or are the breadcrumbs some cruel game?
After all these tears
You’d think I learn a thing or two
But I don’t learn anything
Everytime I look up it seems brand new
Why do I upset my balance
When I’m tip-toeing through my day
I should just dig my heels in
If this is where I want to stay.
After all these years
My excuses start to thin
Consequence is clearer now
Curiosity is best called sin
Why do I march up to my breaking point
And ask it in for tea
I should double lock my door
And pray that it lets me be.
After all these years
My question is the same
Does this path lead to myself
Or will it only cause me years of pain.
After all these years
My question is the same
Does this path lead to myself
Or are the breadcrumbs some cruel game?
After all these tears
You’d think I learn a thing or two
But I don’t learn anything
Everytime I look up it seems brand new
Why do I upset my balance
When I’m tip-toeing through my day
I should just dig my heels in
If this is where I want to stay.
After all these years
My excuses start to thin
Consequence is clearer now
Curiosity is best called sin
Why do I march up to my breaking point
And ask it in for tea
I should double lock my door
And pray that it lets me be.
After all these years
My question is the same
Does this path lead to myself
Or will it only cause me years of pain.
Rebekka's Blog
I snuck out today, just to think. This is just getting harder every day. I'm starting to think I might be crazy because the things I want are just crazy.
I have all these stupid little girl dreams and I can't seem to shake them. It's like a thousand voices in my head that shout all the time -and it makes me so crazy sometimes.
Anyway, today I fought with Ima - she told me 'If selfishness was a disease, I'd be incurable.' After that, I needed out - I went behind the hotel into the woods and walked forever and ever.
The best thing about the Catskills is the emptiness. It's quiet and it's just beautiful, especially now, when all the flowers are blooming. Even the bees seem lazy today.
Summer is what all other seasons yearn to be - the earth feels ripe and alive in this heat. And so do I. (which is probably a big part of the problem)
I have all these stupid little girl dreams and I can't seem to shake them. It's like a thousand voices in my head that shout all the time -and it makes me so crazy sometimes.
Anyway, today I fought with Ima - she told me 'If selfishness was a disease, I'd be incurable.' After that, I needed out - I went behind the hotel into the woods and walked forever and ever.
The best thing about the Catskills is the emptiness. It's quiet and it's just beautiful, especially now, when all the flowers are blooming. Even the bees seem lazy today.
Summer is what all other seasons yearn to be - the earth feels ripe and alive in this heat. And so do I. (which is probably a big part of the problem)
