CAN A "MANI" CURE?

"What is she thinking?" may be going through your mind after scanning the above title. Is the space between letters intended?

Yes! It is.

We all have ways of treating ourselves when we need a lift or something to spoil us as we did when we were children.

"Mani", of course, pertains to "hand"---the same root as manipulate or manifest. I delve into a manicure as if into the Fountain of Youth! Ponce de Leon had nothing on me! When I am feeling down and out, and a Yoga class is not enough to lift me high enough, I know the ultimate resource will. The perfect Gel manicure with just the right shade of color to enliven my spirits and make me feel as though I can shake hands with the highest and mighty!

Petty?  Humm-mm. Perhaps.

Well, is "petty" so bad? Maybe there is a place for it in everyone's life. Are you able to welcome petty into your life?

The perfect Danish pastry with a rich cup of Italian coffee in an air cooled cafe, waiting for a friend whom you haven't seen in too long a while, hoping it wasn't too rude to order early can give a light headed lift.

Curling up with your pet or pet person, holding his or her hand or paw while remaining still under a lap blanket can set you up for a special night of deep and uninterrupted sleep.

Simple, yes. Petty, maybe, but ever so welcome!

For me, the promise of a manicure, after setting an appointment, sets my mood high for the remainder of the week until I appear for my "cure"! Once my nails are well done, I am ready to take on the world with finesse and diligence.

All of this may sound too petty, but think about how long it has been since you allowed yourself to accept a simple personal treat........ just because. Something that is your personal secret that sends you sky high!

I do not ever want to hear the words I once did, offered by my god daughter in Los Angeles:

"Bunny (my nickname), you need a manicure."

I flew to get one done the very next day, and vowed never to let my nail image flag!

Petty--putty---pretty!

Miss Rheingold

ONE FOOT in THE AIR!

Having lost yet another friend this  past week, I feel like Pegasus the winged horse!

He was given to Perseus for his quest, loyalty, and speed. He was then captured by Bellerophon who set tasks; he would either redeem himself or die trying.

I have been feeling much like ol' Pegasus this past week. He has been delivered to me. Another close friend died unexpectedly this past week while in the hospital for a minor surgery. She never made it to the operating room! My task was to help her feel confident.

As I see it, we all have one foot in the air as we try to perform a multitude of tasks with a self imposed deadline.

We do a semi jump into the air while trying to balance on Earth. A clownlike position, wouldn't you say?

As the days pass, I am working hard to do worldwork. There are friendships to deepen, people who need my translating skills, hospital visits, deeper and deeper dedication to my Yoga practice as my breathing  ability broadens.

There is always my beloved agenda! It holds my life's secrets and duties and desires. Small trips to plan, the everlasting hope to keep my skin smooth, the deepening daily desire to have my husband understand how much I love him and all of the reasons why!

We often skip the "why's" when telling someone that we love them. I think that is very important to express.

Sharing myself fully to leave behind some notions I have concluded about all sorts of things, I feel I may fly off more easily. Bepiggled Earth to swallow your dancers!

I am preparing to find a kidney for a friend here in Eilat.It is a task like any other----make a pledge----do the work to learn about the procedure----put out the call in several languages and keep a clear intention about the results.

Pegasus was to do or die trying!

Much love to those who read this!

Miss Rheingold

HERE'S TO THE SLAVES!

They do not rave. They are glad to be here as our slaves. I am speaking of the Sudanese who are kept here as refugees, but without status. They do work, indeed! They are offered care, but have no official status in Israel.

They are escaping for religious freedom as Christians in a Moslem society.

They can be asked to leave Israel at any time since their refuge is transient.

They are given very poor and limited housing which is automatically deducted from their hotel pay checks. They are fed at the hotels on a schedule. Their food is also deducted as is their transportation to and from work.

The hotels in Eilat became their host employers with government approval. They cannot leave for another spot. They can be arrested if they try to get to another location here in Israel. Eilat is an odd place indeed.

Hotels here can offer special programs to "teach culinary arts" to young people from all over, receiving labor for no pay under the guise of "free training".

The main revenue here emanates from the hotels. There are many, and most thrive. Russians, French, South Americans, and Tel Avivian Israelis continue to pour themselves into the cool and luxurious pools. These tourists are also most willing to pour out their pockets for the privilege of shopping here, TAX FREE. The fact that prices have been raised before hand to accommodate the tax free details is not a popular subject for discussion!

One can surmise that the hotel associations here which are behind the expansive hotel chains are like a private government branch. They duel, they rule, and they fool!

Here's to dominance and profit----financial rule---Israel does it well!

Farewell to all! Miss Rheingold

HIGHER and HIGHER

MISS RHEINGOLD CONCLUDES:

HIGHER and HIGHER!

When I was very young and had to swim(or wanted to) in deep waters, I chose to slow my pace at first, but soon realized it would be best to be faster, albeit with a steady stroke, but one that I could maintain.

My thoughts were to make the arrival more important than form, as well as to keep a steady pace by keeping my eyes both in front of me and alternating them in the direction of my landing.

These past months, and I expect the months to come as well, I have been calculating the far off shore to be nearer than I had supposed. My pace, therefore, has quickened. All right, if I must, the term "bucket list" does come in handy! Remember, an occasional cliché (from a past blog) is to be allowed!

I have hastened to organize both near and far term plans so as not to allow them too much space for the future! Horizons---ah that old time word----we used it so freely to dream, to wax poetic.

I have been reviewing occasions to be celebrated in the near future and am fixing ideas into plans

so as "to get it all in" before the final horizon! No, not macabre, just practical to keep an even stroke a bit faster, to reach the shore before I am to be swept away!

I am reading the books that have been on my list---not for too long now--- only ones by my favorite important authors.

Life has become brighter----more illuminated--- with keen recognition of details and duties.

Instead of being sad about it, all has become higher and higher---brighter and brighter.

Worth thinking over even if you are not yet at my stage!

Higher and higher-----worth the time and the climb-----whereto for you?

I have two major journeys planned for this year. They include visits.

Taking off-- -- -- --

Miss Rheingold

HIGHER and HIGHER---worth the time for the climb

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