Home Skillet


Ever since Al passed I have seemed or felt at a loss. Ever feel like that? I see that I am improving on my hurting heart area, but still, there is a sense of I don’t know where I belong. People look at me strange when I say this, but it’s true.

So for the first time tonight I am trying something new. I am adding it to what I already do on WP. You know if you follow me that I have a Quotes, Music for the Soul, and my main here. I will add this only if I see that it goes over well. Don’t worry; I won’t make any decisions until after the new year. I will keep tabs on the likes and comments and then make that decision. Also, if you have any topic that you would like to see me post, comment to me please.

I am going to call this new idea;

Ask Home Skillet

It is a name given to me as of late. It sort of makes me wonder what it really means. It kind of grows on me, so let’s welcome Home Skillet to WordPress. This is how it will work. I will give a short story. It may be true or possibly made up. There will be a question directed to you and you will be responsible for answering it to the best of your ability. Whether the story or example is true or false, you give the answer according to your heart.

I will make a positive effort to do this  twice a week on Mondays and Fridays, and it will always be titled Home Skillet. Everyone understand? Alrighty then, let’s get started with our first story.

Dear Home Skillet

I am the oldest of three kids. I am almost 14 years old. My mom puts a lot of stuff on me to do at home, while my brother and sister lay around and watch TV. I don’t think that is fair. I have tried talking to mom about sharing the load, but she just pats me on the head and says she knows she can count on me. Home Skillet, what do you think of her answer?

Signed,

Frustrated

Alright friends and followers, it is your time to comment on this scene.

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Heart & Soul


I am always amazed at people in general. It is common to have Al stared at. Either through innocence or rude remarks. Making fun of people is the coldest form of human communication that is used.

Even co-workers at work through gossip is nasty. It never fails, the words being said always are returned to the ears of the one being gossiped about. Children are usually the only ones I smile at. I take the time to explain what may be fearful to them. They are such precious babies walking this big earth.

My neighbor lady is in her late eighties and her favorite pass time is gossiping about us neighbors. It has caused friction. There will be no conversation between two and then that ends as another part of the soap opera continues.

A lot of us think we hold higher ground on this earth than we actually do. By this I mean we say we will do this or we will go there, or we will be at a certain point by the year___. These are good incentives to use for various situations.

But the real truth is we don’t know what tomorrow brings. If I am very honest we don’t even know what the next minute will bring. God is in complete control over our bodies, not us. Although we need to remain motivated, and we do need goals.

Can you imagine what we would be like if we didn’t plan? If we walked like Adam and Eve in the garden, just accepting the next moment? It seems nice and it must be a totally different way of living.

Wiping a way the stress and worries. Not wondering about the next hour. Enjoying everything we have right now.

I am speaking to you like this because there are the go-getter minds in the world. There are the I will not stop until I win people. There are the minds that are gentle. There are also people who no matter how you light the fire under them, there will never be any motivation.

It takes all kinds to make the world go round, right? I hear life would be boring if we all thought the same. I have to admit if there were more than one of me running around this world we would be a bunch of softies. We need power to a point, we need affirmation. We need ideas.

When I look at people who were not blessed with understanding how life works I feel sad. There are those that do live in the second only, I tend to feel bad for them, afraid they will be taken advantage of or abused.

I worry about the people lost in the cracks, wishing I was the one who could make a difference. We tend to believe that the mentally challenged fall into this category. We take care of them. We take a part of our life and give it to that one person. We think there is not much they can do to help us. It is us who will always help them.

I don’t know if I think that way or not. I surely hope not. When Al was not sick and only mentally challenged I took him everywhere I went. I thought of him as my brother who just needed a helping hand.

When he came to me and told me he wanted to donate his body I was thrown aback. When he commented he wanted to give a gift to someone so they would not hurt like he is, I cried.

He is mentally challenged and yet he is so brave. Can disabled have such thoughts? Of course, my brother just proved it. You see he is not looking past the gift. He is not thinking about what will happen to his body after being used. He is not thinking about the gross crap that goes with it.

He is looking at the rainbow minute.rainbow 2 The now, the present moment. How beautiful is that?

You can ask me to explain to him what will happen to him through this process of donation, but why would I want to discolor his mind. His gift is innocent, it is real, it is sincere. I am not sure if I can do what he wishes. I have learned it can be a bit pricey.

What I did learn is a valuable lesson. It doesn’t matter about the tomorrows. It isn’t only the early bird who gets the worm. It is the heart, the soul and the mind. No matter what level of intelligence we each are, we all have the same important parts. Heart and soul.