Friends,
Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears!
Surely this
bidding has been altered to: Lend me your eyes!
A week into the
new age---or new stage of life--to include Shakespeare in my ruminations:
"All the
world's a stage."
I have been
suffering from an intense cold with 24 hour phlegm producing constant
hacking, keeping me awake just about all night long!
The counter
play to the marvelous week spent celebrating just last week.
I have come to
the perfect conclusion that in life we do not create the first half, but we
sure as hell do construct the second half----ah, but the final piece is the pièce
de resistance.
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Once one’s own
demise is not blotted out by fanciful excursions into non - (i.e., accepted) reality or a new poetic tinged reality, I am
finding that facing forward into my own oblivion is a truly worthwhile
challenge! Who do I want to be there? How do I want my final wishes and sentiments
to be expressed? Do I want to have certain people excluded, or to be sure to
have certain people present?
I am sad that
cremation is not allowed in Israel. That would be my choice. I learned that
there was a secret place in Jerusalem that has a crematorium. There would be a
prohibitive cost, financially and emotionally for my religious family members. So,
into a linen bag I will be popped, thrown into the dirt, with a ton of prayers
for my next life (in heaven) pronounced by men I have not known (and would not
have wanted to!).
I would like to
be buried with a new copy of Josephine Hart’s OBLIVION. She passed away
recently, within the past few years.
Meanwhile, I am
in an ambiance of celebration and exuberant planning for a life full of social
obligations teaching private students foreign languages---my first true love!
I enjoy maintaining
my beauty treatments---keeping myself deeply in love with my husband, and he with
me!!
Each moment is
alive with promise of enjoyment and recognition of the value of life. Clichés
are usually not my forte; they are facile and unsophisticated, yes, but they
have been uttered when the realization comes blasting into your psyche---YEAH!
Keep on living ---
writing --- reading----making love ---- eating foods that make the act a délice---interacting
with those whom you get pleasure from, as well as those who get pleasure from
you.
OK — final note:
“The years they run like rabbits” W.H. Auden ---- make sure you get a full
view ---
Of a field of
rabbits!
Miss Rheingold
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