Monday, July 23, 2018

RELIGIOUS RULES---SPIRITUAL BOMBS

I have just returned from a week up North---first to Jerusalem where rules of strict Judaism prevail---- sedated by the prohibitions particularly where women are concerned-----covered up------from 2 years old on (maybe even younger)---no singing “Happy Birthday” in front of the family----- no children’s songs to be taught if a man is present in the apartment---even the father or grandfather!
There is strict restriction and a heavy fence against humanity on Earth; all this is in order to reach heaven where supposedly, fun and ease will be resumed!
The choice remains: sanity or religious rules. All of the restrictions are not new for me, but renewing the acquaintance was as if being tied up and gagged.
There are other governmental rules I was introduced to this past week. After three months of rental of an apartment, the tenant is responsible for repairs unless it is for a falling door or a major structural breakdown (not including one of the  mind due to living here in Israel!).We also pay the owner’s property tax bill every month.
One of our major reasons for moving back here was to take advantage of the free burial. We thought all citizens were entitled to this advantage.
If you are not receiving SSI from Israel, you are not entitled! I receive my check from the States, therefore I am not eligible! Sad  news.
Did you ever notice someone from a tasteless background trying to compete in appearance, choice of manners, speech, and other sophisticated habits? A visit here, (Israel re-visited) can offer you the full experience!
There are Jews all over who can sing, dance, entertain and react----outside of Israel------(Ok, Tel Aviv can offer some of that as well)---people with wholesome personal and societal values, people  who once or who still live on a Kibbutz or way outside of this “land” as it is called in Hebrew.
All of religion is a stranglehold on psychic and physical freedom----- all religions seek to force pre- selected rules, habits and traditions to inculcate a lack of freedom and personal choice----- a sad loss of life.
Right now I feel as though I am in bondage, and will continue to be until my final restriction is lifted! I will be thrown into the filth and dirt here in a linen shroud (a proper burial is for soldiers and those living in Kibbutzim only!).
We came here hoping for deeper ties with my family since my husband’s family has renounced their connection to us, with the exception of his son and daughter-in-law who have been most generous. They are NOT Jews!
Alas, religion has curtailed that hope! We cannot comply---and fake it, although my husband and I did try for three years before leaving here for six! We returned. A  regret I cannot erase. By the way, you are never going to be taken as “one of us” if you were not born here. It is pretty much the same anywhere I have lived outside of America. In a way, I am not sad, however, that nationalism is still maintained!
One marvelous result, however, is the multi lingual environment. Above all, I remain a linguist by choice!
Bombs fly high------they are manufactured daily by religion---and scattered throughout the world-----until this changes, and  “worthy”fear is born out of the real need to rectify the hungry impulses of all of us. Money bombs combine with religious bombs and we have hatred, jealousy, and starvation---and, of course,  to redeem all of this, YOGA!
Until the end of August, taking vacation time,

MISS RHEINGOLD



Sunday, July 8, 2018

FIT FOR FOREIGN---WORDS as FRIENDS!


Odd, but the word "foreign" for me begets a cozy sound, a friendly warm feeling: anything but strange or difficult or unfriendly.
Ever since age 13 when I took my first French class and fell in love with:"Ou est le livre?", and met my first foreign friend from Belgium in Jr. High School, any language other than my own (my first) has offered delight, interest, and earnest desire to engage in it.
This August my husband and I are planning to spend time in Berlin to share an anniversary (our 23rd) with another couple who live in Germany. At one time I did enjoy a moderate degree of fluency in well spoken German.
The fact that I had heard, although not really understood, frequent Yiddish expressions and short conversations apparently opened a wide door of familiarity.
The last few weeks, I have been preparing a return to the language. It has felt like visiting an old and cherished friend.
True, I have been missing hours of sleep as words and expressions pour out of my mind and onto my tongue as I mutter these out of most willing lips! I have also listened to an internet teaching series to review my grammar.
The feeling is one of exhilaration. When I stumble, lying in the dark, all of a sudden, the right word comes to mind and I am summoned to say it out loud.
For the past six weeks I met with a visiting Yoga instructor from Austria to exchange Hebrew for a review of my German. I was "teaching" while she spent her hour listening and correcting. She has since returned to Austria.
Some people thrive on flipping through photos. I thrive on bouncing dictionaries on my knee, and uttering foreign words and sentences which are not "foreign" to me!
Each language I have learned has given me rebirth, a full sense of renewal with which to thrive.
I will miss this once I am gone! An end to language-----will, perhaps, be my greatest loss!

A new language has repeatedly given me a new sense to life. We are all connected, after all, by language. We all love to talk! And so, I will be taking off after this week for a short journey to Jerusalem and Tiberias, thereafter preparing for Berlin----so Miss Rheingold hopes to return to you at the end of August, if you still want to hear from her!
Meanwhile, enjoy your flight into summer, and read any past blogs you may have missed! That is , of course, only if you wish to.
In the spirit of love and humor,
MISS RHEINGOLD

Monday, July 2, 2018

FLYING HIGHER---and WIDER---- FREE FALL!


This week I have not been thinking about the blog's topic. I will, therefore allow for a free fall.
My chest has been expanding, though not swelling, as I arise to the day before me.
There is a repetitive statement in Yoga classes, at least in the Hatha Yoga classes, which states:
"I am not my body. I am not my mind."

I kind of get what this statement is trying to convey, i.e., there is part of me that is not easily discernible.
OK ---but the word soul, if that is what is being alluded to, is no longer in my personal vocabulary.
So what is it then? What is it that I am?
I like to think that my emotions are separate from my body and my mind. They are dwelling somewhere inside of me.
Some might think their origin is in the brain. That may be so. Mine run deep. I am sure of that. They also furnish me with thoughts of kindness that come out of feelings (whatever those are!).
As the months pass, (I am given to think more in months than years at this juncture), I can feel more deeply about my actions particularly as they affect other people. These need not be people I know or am related to in a significant way.

I am feeling that all of humanity deserves whatever I can offer if it is given with compassion. Obviously, I cannot give to all of humanity, so I can offer at random as a need arises in my presence. There is no way I will not be able to perceive such a need. If I am capable of filling it, I find myself more willing now than ever before.
I am most certainly my body when it hurts. I am most certainly my mind when assessing (or at times obsessing).
Sam Harris is giving many hours of his life to discover where our decisions are born. It is worth giving him a few hours of your time, by the way. Give a google!

Later life is the gift of a lifetime. If you make it, you can be reborn to the delicate beauty of it as well as the horror and burdens we can inflict upon it, and it upon us!
I am very conscious of time passing these days. I am swelling with desire to catch it as one can butterflies with a swinging net.
My body feels freer than it did for all of my youth. I am not, however, without health "conditions".
I have not been spared some of the forages of longevity! They are a sign of the end to come, I suppose.
That knowledge mingles with the joy of knowing I have today! A lot can be accomplished in a single day.
Up, up, and away!
Free Fall,
Miss Rheingold

Monday, June 25, 2018

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


Monday, June 18, 2018

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