Ann and Abby meet Cissy

Years ago when I was growing up, I would try to read the newspaper. You remember those, right? Lifestyle stories always grabbed my interest, and in those days, there were two sisters who wrote columns that gained national syndication, “Ann Landers” and “Dear Abby.” After spending several months wondering where to go with my writing, I have decided to adopt a similar idea, where readers might want to ask a question, any question, and I would give my best, most heartfelt answer.

All my life I have been consumed with a need to know, a yearning for more understanding of the meaning of life and how I fit into it all. So long hours of reading, many books, listening to tapes, watching movies, learning and sifting through information that might be helpful in my quest, trying to understand ancient religions, hard to grasp philosophies, and reading the modern works of brilliant alternative doctors, progressive thinkers, and positive role models, has all led me here.

Many people blog in specific areas of expertise. Besides music, and homesteading, I have a limited grasp of physics, which has formed many of my journeys and ideas. I have also spent years studying human health and medicine, herbs and plants, and nutrition from experts in all parts of the world. It is entirely impossible to formulate accurate and helpful dialogue about anything unless the whole person and the whole picture is embraced. So, with all that said, my hope is that people will feel comfortable posing questions on my blog, giving me a chance to produce some answers, and other friends too, so that maybe here and there, someone will find solace, and a way to continue their own personal journey in more positive ways. A woman with no children must find ways to fulfill her need to nurture, and certainly in these highly uncertain days, anyone willing to listen and give good common sense ideas has value.

I have no idea where this will take me, but at least it is a start, a much better alternative than being crippled with writing paralysis common to me lately. There are so many talented writers, artists, photogs, and lovely people I have already met here on WordPress. It is not my intention to compete, but rather to compliment. My goal is to provide something interesting, personal, and on-topic with the issue of the day. Anything goes, and I look forward to a positive and stimulating reparte’ with you all.

When I post a topic, or a concern, an idea or a question, I look forward to all comments, but hope to make new friends in the future and continue to enjoy the amazing visionaries I already know and love. Please send me a question as a comment, and I will do my best to give some insight. In this day and time, we can find answers quickly and easily by simply doing a search. It is my hope that reading “Dear Cissy” will provide a more particular brand of personal introspection and insight based on almost 60 years of living experience in the modern world, with strong links to my heritage. My kind heart, my time and my real hope for peace in our world is yours for the asking. Thanks for reading so far, and let’s get busy answering some of these big, bad questions! Love, peace and joy to all! Cissy

Calamity Jane and her Buckaroo Beads

There is an old story from Texas about a cowboy who so loved a woman, that when he was out on the range, he was compelled to stop at times.  He would feel like a common school boy and laugh in his own embarrassment, as he thought of his girl and yearned to be with her.  He would reach out and touch the edge of shining rocks, which caught his eye, like the real gold he wished he could give her.

Sometimes, this cowboy would grasp a pretty rock, as much to remember the place as to create a connection with his girl.  Whenever he would return, sometimes after being gone almost a month, he would reach deep into his saddle bags and bring out a pouch of collected treasures, which he would hand over happily as presents for the object of his affections.

This lucky cowgirl would place them all out on a bandana, and then hide them away like real gems.  At night, sometimes her cowboy would take one of these rocks, and work on it, file some here, rough-out certain areas, making a smooth and pleasant shape.  Later on, she would add the carved bead to her polishing pouch which was filled with little treasures and sugar sand and tiny bits of rock.  It could take a long time, but when her finished bead showed the blue of the ocean and the greens of the forest, or the orange of the desert and the violet of night sky, she would tie them to leather bracelets she always wore, along with any small and shiny trinkets her cowboy might also bring forth from some far away dusty cowtown.

Maybe she didn’t have a lot of money yet, but she carried her treasures around her neck, and around her wrists,  a reminder of her handsome buckaroo, his idea first imagined and brought to life.  Even her beloved horse had some of her cowboy’s pretty rocks woven into his bridle.  All it took was an idea and a little love…    And a woman with a whole lot of style…    

It might be important to remember that it is not the object, not the material gain, that should be desired, because it represents nothing.  Whatever gift we might receive, whatever small token of our relationships, the true worth is in the thoughts and effort that the giver put forth.  Given the choice between the most beautiful diamond, and the collected rocks and charms of an ardent cowboy, I’d choose the rocks anytime.