Hello and welcome to Feelings from the Heart. The following are some of my poems that I would like to share with you. I wish that I was the kind of person that can just sit down and whip a poem out but, alas, I'm not. These were written during times of complete humility, a time of realizing and feeling what life is all about. Of what is important and what isn't; and finally discovering that all around us, are wonderful and beautiful things, and all we have to do is accept them for what they are. To relish and enjoy them and hopefully, live the kind of life that will entice these feelings to come without the heart ache that usually brings them to the surface.
I have also found out that "things" aren't important at all. While putting my web pages together, a warm fuzzy thought came to me and I would like to share it with you.
I have always wanted to have "things" thinking that it would make me happy, i.e., my mum's cut glass punch bowl that was given to her from her mum at her wedding; her diamond wedding ring and, well, you know what I mean. I have found that my web pages have given me the very best gift in my entire life as I have realized that the "things" that I do have and am sharing with you, I will have with me forever.
They say, "you can't take it with you", but I think that I can. I can take my feelings, my joy of sharing with others, pictures, information, the genealogy that I help them find, etc., that they might not have had otherwise. I also can take my memories. My mum's punch bowl probably wouldn't fit in that box I will be in anyway and what would I do with it? But my beliefs are that my spirit will live forever and I will have the same thoughts that are in my head, my soul and my memories after my physical body is gone.
I can't take diamond rings, a chest of drawers or whatever, but I will always have my joy and my love of helping others. The tears come, knowing that I have helped connect puzzle pieces, the excitement when finding out that a picture I have posted is the only one available for someone to have and of the gratitude that they share with me. These are mine forever and ever.
I am eternally grateful for the opportunity of sharing those things that I have been given. Whether it be a yellowed, torn newspaper; the ability to be able to figure out where to go to find information or just being able to have this computer. You will never know how grateful I am that I have lived long enough to have the blessing of being alive during the "information highway" and of having dear friends who have helped me learn how to use it. Thanks Ginni for your caring and sharing with a complete stranger!