Love is all feelings

The world has shrunk to a tiny village. Technology advancements boast of connecting people, anywhere, anytime. I would like to look beyond the technicalities of these so called advancements. People are connected wherever they are. But what does this connection mean? Is it related to the electronic data- picture or video? That puts quite a lot of questions and doubts in my mind.
Well, let me try to put it this way. I see a picture of a plate with tasty looking food. Green veggies, fruits, dessert etc. Does that satisfy my hunger? I see an orange. Its so brightly colored, smooth and round. Is that look greater than the feeling of touching the orange, peeling it, smelling the citrus aroma, with few drops getting into my eyes and then feeling the juice just awakening my taste buds? I see the technological connection as the first scenario. It does not kindle my heart nor does it post a melody in my heart. Seeing a picture of apple is far different from feeling the juicy cruch in the mouth. So to me connection with loved ones, is being nearer, giving and getting hugs and kisses and lot more. Its more of heart's feelings and warmth. Wiping the tears is different from saying not to cry. I feel technology has drifted people apart rather than connecting.

A poem about mother

I had learnt a poem when I was in the ninth standard. I remember that often and its very much afresh in my mind. Its a very beautiful poem about mother's love. Today I thought I will share that poem here. Also I had a wonderful teacher who taught me this and I remember her too, fondly.

My Mother

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
-poem by Ann Taylor

Praying phone numbers

My younger son plays with my cell phone often. He plays cricket, car racing, listens to music etc. Last Sunday in the church, he wanted the cellphone. To avoid him making noise in the church we gave him the cellphone. He was busy with it for a while. We came back home and went on with usual routines. I discovered that the phonebook was empty on Wednesday. And its obvious that my son had messed it up. Today me and my husband talked about that, while we were playing with kids. I asked my younger son about that. I asked, "Where are the numbers which I had stored in the cell? What did you do?". He replied, "I didn't do anything. I was playing and showing that to Jesus. And I prayed". I asked, "Where are the phone numbers then?". Pat came the reply from my son, "The numbers are in the church, praying"!!!. What can I say?? :-)