Come Hell or High Water

Perpetual Andragogy has taken a different turn. I always knew it would. I will expound later. But in the meantime, I will leave You with my Sunday Prayer of Thanks, on this, July 15, 2012.

Sunday, July 15 2012 ~ Fingernail Moon ~ Stars Coming into Alignment ~ Missouri ~  Our United States of America

Praise of Wisdom By Solomon ~ Introduction [The New American Bible, Saint Joseph Edition, Page 755, Catholic Book Publishing Company copyright 1980 - 1970, New York, New York, United States of America]

22  Now what Wisdom is, and how she came to be, I shall relate' and I shall hide no secrets from you, But from the very beginning I shall search out and bring to light Knowledge of her, nor shall I diverge from the truth.

23  Neither shall I admit consuming jealosy to my company, because that can have no fellowhip with Wisdom.

24  A great number of Wise men is the safety of the world and a prudent King, the stability of his people.

25  So take instruction from my words, to your profit.

I smoke your ciggarette, mostly because I want to remember the taste; impress it upon one of my God given senses.

Just as the exhalation of my Mother's Benson & Hedges, the smell, the taste; it resonates and remembers the race, in our 71 and a half Ford Gran Torino; (351 Windsor, not Cleveland) me to Girl Scouts, and her to work. The exhalation said "Breathe."

Ashes land on her black work pants. From a perfect and beautifully made-up face; from her lips she blows, does not rub, the ashes.

Blonde hair glistening, green eyes shimmering; she gives me a smile with her left upraised eyebrow. This, in one look told me: "Do as I say, not as I do." And I knew this would benefit me, somehow, in my future.

Everything, and I do mean everything, my parents taught me, I remember. I've also transferred this knowledge to 'my kids', none bilogical, all variant in age.

The Love ~ Oh The LOVE ~ This is what I carry with me every day!

"Come Hell or High Water" I would hear, even in conspicous absence, work, obligation or Service to Country, I knew, I always have known and will always know the Love!

This is what I have tried, and Oh, I Thank You Lord, succeeded in.

You see, every Child that I have been afforded the opportunity to influence, Oh Lord, Every One, EACH in His or Her Own way is so SO BEAUTIFUL!

I Thank You Parents. You did not really know me, yet somehow, you did.

You left your Children in my care as you went to work or play. And you knew your kids were safe. Such an awesome responsibility. Such an affirmation of my place on God's Green Earth.

And with Your Children, I reinforced Your Songs, Your Beliefs and added a little of mine.

Now, in this, the Autumn of my life, I am so very Blessed; Dear Lord, so Blessed!

Every Child and Child's Child: EACH and EVERY ONE:  creative, intelligent, (in his or her own way) insightful, caring, and loving. The older ones, they go to work on time and do not miss!

They sing, they dance, and they remember me. Can you belive it? Me?

They remember the stories I'd told them, both good and bad and Lord, O Lord, these kids are tough and resiliant!

They're passionate, at times overly so, but that's OK, because, guess what? In the end THEY LOVE!

I am so very Blessed. Thank You Lord. Thank You Parents.

With All My Heart,
Kathleen 'Krazy Aunt Kat' Ackroyd