Wait A Minute! Do I Hear Bears Singing?

So I'm sitting here minding my own business this Sunday afternoon when suddenly I hear....Lennon? Yes. It was definitely Lennon. I looked up to see a team of polar bears, one wearing sunglasses, singing "Give Peace A Chance" on YouTube!  It was incredible. They were in tune and everything!

Seems that they have joined the Dona Nobis Pacem crowd!

Who knew bears could be peace activists?

They're cute.

I hope they stay warm.

Thank you Jamie and Colorado Bob!

Internationally Acclaimed Artist Alicia M B Ballard Blogs For Peace with a Brand New Creation called "Pace"

Pace by Alicia M B Ballard with collaboration of photographer Aamir Mohammed  from California

 I have often said that complete immersion in one's art is the  salvation - and genius- of originality. That takes courage. Alicia Ballard knows something about that.
Her riveting account of life as a child living during the era of the Hungarian revolution and the seeing firsthand the effects it had on her family has always been at the core and depth of experience found when you view her work.  She has chosen to let the memories and images seep  into her paintings.

And now she has chosen to move forward into even deeper waters of hope, but not just any ole' hope, but hope borne into a mix of reality, as only a person with richness of life experiences can do. I think that when any artist, whether it is words on a blank page of poetry and prose or oils on a canvas of digital collage, or a musician composing a rhapsody or rock song,  reaches back into their past and brings it forward into new reality, it weaves a promising thing - and the result is always powerful. More  importantly, it is always true.

Along with amazing photographer Aamir Mohammed at the website Dreaming In Pixels they have collaborated on this year's peace globe creation. She writes:
  I sent him the  photos and explained what I was looking for... not "quite possible" but,  his knowledge and ingenuity managed to bring to life my concept! Of  course, I (also) weeped when I first saw it...

 Her Facebook page lit up when it was first posted. 

And of course, I wept too.

She describes the work displayed in the sidebar of The Terra Studios as a  "Mixed media collage/pastiche, in preparation for international Blogblast for Peace. Peace, as Freedom are worthless if not practiced every day.

I wrote to her when she first sent it to me October 22, 2010...."OK. I keep saying that I'm incapable of being more humbled or moved by this movement than I already am...wrong again. To see your original painting (which I have always adored) standing on its own, being reminded of how much I loved it back then and then to see it merged into the fabric of this newer work is....well....the evolution and composition is breathtaking. The colours bold and true. Fluid. (so you). Transformation. Life. The flow of it. All encompassing a world of hope EVEN as you wrote such beautiful words in your email of stark reality.
Deep deep waters of truth here.
And painted as only you could have done.

It was more than worth the wait."

Seen here The Collage version

The original painting "Paz" from 2006 (seen above) has merged and evolved into "Pace" 2010.

She explained a bit about the evolution of the work:

"When I originally painted "Paz" I was (obviously) in much different frame of mind...
I no longer can view peace in such an utopic manner.
Peace, we as people, have possibly never experienced and ever desired. As individuals we seek peace, balance, happiness.
As a people, generally we speak of the same; however, the reality in not such, never was.
Peace often is a tentative, fragmented, hopeful, damaged ideal and experience. Even individually, it is a moment. Often, as balance, a fleeting moment.
Thus, "PACE" reflecting these conflicting experiences, coming together/pulling apart, yet, ever hopeful for a different conclusion, as represented by the doves as the center, as a target/aim."

And so it is. Hope in the struggle. Perfectly said. That is reality. We are not puff and fluff, nor just  meaningless words on a graphic. The work, our work, has indeed come alive and continues to grow and reach out to many mediums and avenues of expression. This is just one of the many amazing creations in the works for November 4th.

We are so honored to have this work by Alicia M B Ballard dedicated to this year's BlogBlast For Peace.
My friendship with her began in 2006 when she flew a peace dove into my heart and spirit. So many of you did the same thing with your offerings and writings. My connection with her and the jolting effect her paintings have always had on me...continues to bless my spirit and inspires me to keep reaching.

Some things do come around full circle.

Peace should  be one of them.

Find out more about the artist here. A biographical synopsis: "Aliicia M B Ballard (Ujhelyi) ~ I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Came to Canada in 1969. Made my  home in several western cities until moving to White Rock, BC. in 2004. While I was a prolific painter in my 20’s, life intricacies lead me on  another path, up until late 2006 when, in full circle I found myself  painting again! I am self-taught, which makes for an exciting and wholesome continuous  adventure. In the past four years I managed to hang (in the Lower Mainland), seven  Solo Exhibits and, a recent Joint Show, “The Unmistakeable Chroma  Divas”.The 2009/10 season has been a whirlwind internationally, beginning with an invitation for the International Contemporary Art Exhibit II, at the Museum of the Americas, Miami, Flo. which, moved on to Argentina (5 different cities), while reproduction of the same work found simultaneously its way to Mexico City and Cancun. Other works made their way to Civitanova Marche and Naples, Italy. A couple more to, New York and Barcelona, Spain. Also, the International MiniArt Faces exhibit in Brazil, to be shown in Vancouver in 2011."

This image with on a card with only the Pace inscription may be purchased directly from Alicia  contact her for details. Paz is also available here.

Continue the journey with me.
Join us for BlogBlast For Peace Nov 4, 2012
 #blog4peace #peace

You have a voice.

What will you say?

5 Days and Counting ~ Two Canadian Women and A Mission of Peace

Sitting in my study atop my desk is this photo in a frame.

Sitting in my living room and in my kitchen are these seashells and rocks displayed in a bowl. Both gifts were sent to Bloggingham from across the miles wrapped in surprise packages met with a sqquuuueeee (!) from Yours Truly. What do both of these have to do with peace globes? And why do they have such a prominent place in my home?
She described it best in her post called Peace Rocks, the blogger known as Dawn from the wonderful land of Newfoundland. Take a look. These are her "peace rocks." She finds her own nirvana walking the shores of this beautiful place and now she has shared them with me...with all of us.

When I think about peace, especially in terms of
world peace, it can often feel like an insurmountable
task and I have to remind myself that many hands
make light work and together we can raise our
voices and bring about real change (Dawn)

I can now hold some of these peace rocks in my hand....from her Atlantic to mine.
They bring me great comfort and joy. 

 How awesome is that?

And remember this? I loved the post Canadian Artist Debra James Percival did last year in which she spent the day photographing her handmade Copper Spirit of Peace

throughout the changing light, recording the nuisances of shadow and play upon the image and literally walking through a day of peace. You will remember Debra from this fantastic voyage of family she made on the shores of her Canadian province island two years ago with her teenagers, who got up at the crack of dawn to blog peace on the ocean sand.

Their efforts and photography moved me and so many others. She writes now from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada at A Printmakers Blog About Art and Printmaking.

The spirit of peace and harmony can be found flowing through her work.

So I opened a package one day last year from this talented lady who steps off the pages and makes peace real to her and her family -  to find a signed photographic copy of her Copper Spirit of Peace creation.

I treasure it.

These contributions of water and earth, spirit and fire, symbolize the life force of the universe. A place of real power where real peace and harmony originate. These personal gifts bring reality and life to me from the blog page to my home. When I look at them I am reminded of the people who hang their hearts and voices on a peace globe each year, and just for a moment, their door is close to my own.  Their shore becomes my shore. Their peace my peace. And I can hold a bit of their earth in my hands.
That is so my wish for this movement - that it will draw people together - and in doing so we all must realize how very much alike we truly are.

Tomorrow I will tell you the tale of another Canadian artist. Stay tuned.

**photography credit for 2010 Peace Rocks Dawn @ Twisted Sister**
**Copper Spirit of Peace creation by Debra James Percival**

Newsflash! Top 10 Twitter People of The Week?? Who Woulda Thunk it....

**thump**
Actually all of you too! I was notified last night from Annelisa of Words That Flow in the United Kingdom who saw it on the site. I am honored to receive this mention by The Top Ten Blog but also more than excited that the BlogBlast link was highlighted and linked. I send congratulations to peace bloggers everywhere and a special thanks to those who are tweet tweet tweeting it to the top of the trend list.
Apparently the hash tag strategy is working. Tweet and use #blogblastforpeace #peace or #blogpeace

Excuse me while I faint.

Gandhi said "Be The Change You Want to See In the World"....so did Michelle

A new 2010 peace video by Michelle @ Crow's Feet in Scotland. Well done!

Awesome work, Michelle!

7 Days Til BlogBlast For Peace ~ 7 Serious Statements for Peace

7 Days with quotations and prose from famous peace activists

YOU

I am listening to the voices of peace bloggers.

I have long maintained that while there is significant noise in numbers, the real power of the peace globe movement lies in the eloquent prose buried deep in the pages of peace posts from Nigeria to Switzerland. But when people are not allowed to speak, hope is forever silenced and change has no chance.......because silence is the greatest partner to apathy and apathy is the greatest threat of all. My hope is that this movement will continue to harness and illuminate the goodness and imagination of people whose  hearts truly long for peace and tolerance.  It is my belief that massive change always starts  with momentum born of passion and unrest.

Let our words start the flood  of permanent peace.

If we believe that words are powerful.....then this matters.

Day 7 belongs to 7 serious statements for peace
The first blogger from Singapore to blog peace. And he keeps it up every year with great pride. Here's Colin's new peace globe from Anyhow Blogs.

Alexandra Justine Drover from Newfoundland (daughter of Dawn @ Twisted Sister)

 Can you identify the four corners and what they represent?

Amazing Gracie has something to say. Yes, she does.

Linda, that extraordinary Duchess photographer friend of mine who writes Are We There Yet? has sent in a splendid globe displaying the Fall colors in New England. 
What else would you expect from Royalty?

Cory Cat talks and purrrrrrss and kisses for peace. Now that is just purrrrfectly delightful. 

Carver in North Carolina (Carver's Sight or Is That Site?) reveals a peaceful shot on the water....and reminds us to respect Mother Earth.

Crow's Feet from Scotland. Michelle has done it again with this brilliant peace bzzzz..
BZZZZZZZ!

You have a voice.

What will you say?

November 4, 2010

The Bargain

7:25 am October 27, 2009

Somewhere today if you let go of my hand and fly far far far away into a sea of fireflies spiraling in a well-lit park, 
know that it's OK and that I am fine.

You can go.
I mean, Daddy, really.... I am fine.

This was 2009's Dona Nobis Pacem peace post. 
I repost it tonight to honor my father.

The Bargain

Once in a blue moon I am speechless.

And this day, of all days, I need to find words.One week ago today I buried my father.

Had you been in my home fifteen minutes ago you would have seen a very different Mimi than the one you might have imagined. You know...the one who writes glowing sonnets tripping over a moonbeam of golden light in the middle of La-La land while dangling in a skirt and perfectly manicured nails - and let's not forget the feathered pen on golden threaded linen. Thoreau-ish? Not today.
Well, the nails are right. The rest? Not so much.


How, I asked the Universal Powers That Be, can I be expected to spout forth inspirational puff and fluff when all I want to do is rail against the indignity of the past five weeks. And loudly, I might add.


I am angry.
I am tired.
I am tired of being angry.
I am tired of being sick.
I am sick of goodbyes.

You see, when he was a living breathing roller coaster of complicated medical terminology, I could eek out a measure of hope. At least he was still breathing. Sometimes. I could imagine another day, another month, even another year at times...on the good days. Reality didn't pan out the way I wanted. Comas don't lie. No faith healer showed up. The best medicine in the world couldn't save him. I couldn't take away his pain nor could I erase what my eyes saw in that god-forsaken bed of hell he lay upon for thirty-two days and thirty-two nights after years of spiraling in and out of survivable mode. And now what do we have?

Reality.
I hate it.


The truth is, sometimes life is beyond difficult - it is overwhelming. It is energy-depleting. It is raw. Watching someone die agonizing slow is not pretty. The memories are not pretty. And no matter how hard I try to fashion a tale of peaceful prose this full-moon night in the South, I can't.

So I stood in my house and let fly out of my mouth what I really wanted to write in this post complete with words a Queen shouldn't say and an entire upside down string section of sorrow...that I am exhausted and resentful. That I don't want to write a War and Peace novella on this blog for peace day. That I am human. That I am overwhelmed. That I miss my daddy. That I can't stand the thought of him lying in a box of dirt. That I wish I could have done more to ease his suffering. How inadequate I felt at times. How mortal.
 

And then I remembered what the preacher said.

It was a graveside service. The violin had just played "Amazing Grace" I followed the trail of a spider along the vault mechanism and marvelled as a butterfly landed right in front of me on top of Daddy's casket flowers- all personal signs to me of graces and gratitude I needed to remember.

He told a story I'd never heard before about my father. One day while visiting Daddy for one of those are-you-right-with-God-discussions, the preacher asked a favor of him. You see, the pastor had lost his son in an accident just a year ago. With a shake in his voice standing under the green tent in the middle of a stone field full of my kin, he retold this conversation with my Dad. "Could I ask a favor of you, Walter? When you get to Heaven, I want you to promise me that you will look up my son. And then I want you to ask him to take you on a tour of Heaven. But when you do, be prepared, because he will take you on a tour like you've never experienced before. He's quite a character. I think the two of you would get along and it would mean a lot to me.
Let him show you around. Will you do that for me?"

Daddy smiled and agreed.
They struck a bargain.

He said he'd never before or since felt inspired to ask anybody else to do that for him. After the service I reassured him he'd made the right choice. "That's a safe bet," I told him. "Daddy will keep his word."

Then he picked up a handful of dirt from the ground at his feet and laid it squarely at the head of my father's pine box coffin. It wasn't a pretty moment for me.

My emotions raged. Inside the core of that damn box lay someone I loved and I couldn't touch him or smell him or get to him again...oh but I could see the dirt fly up under his cleats and the spit in his eye darting cross the shortstop line one more time. Rounding third base and digging in home base dirt with a powerful unassuming charge as if to say "My work is done. Your turn." A flock of birds flew over and I knew he was making his flight towards home, seeing new sights, wondering at the design of the Universe..and yes, I knew the pastor's young son would be waiting to escort the aged ballplayer laughing through the park on a firefly night full of stars.

And even as I remembered the nights he would scoop me up in his arms and carry my sleepy dusty self off the bleachers and to the car, the preacher kept talking about dirt. He said he wondered when my dad was playing baseball all those years, if he ever thought of the symbolism in the dust he kicked up and played in.....If he ever realized the evolution of Earth and sod and life and death returning to Earth. The cycle of resurrection and renewal.


When I saw him lay the handful of Earth on the box - it was right.

It was so right.

There is a place between two worlds I've heard of. 
Some say it is Holy.

I stood in that sacred space last week. I saw redemption and grace in a split second of time when one breath ended and another began. I am here as a witness to tell you it is full of Spirit.

Full of energy.

Full of peace.

In this life on the planet we share and walk around on, there is the world of peace and the world of war. The world of grace and the world of strife. The world of forgiveness and the world of unrest. Some live their entire lives with one foot in each space.


But I don't believe that is how it should be.

Daddy taught me to keep one foot on the base if I wanted to stay safe on a steal and to run like the wind in a split second of decision at the sound of his voice. When I told him on the day he died that it was OK for him to go....he took that safe-stealing foot and flew home. Just like that. At the sound of my voice. And just like his base-stealing eye always had my best interests in sight, so did my pigtailed pencil skirt heart feel him go.
I wanted to love him all the way home. I wanted to stand and cheer. I wanted to make his journey safe with both feet off the base so that he could fly into joy.

Sometimes peace comes kicking and screaming....as it did for me tonight... as it did for my dad in his final days. I am still struggling with the memory of those days. Sometimes the way to peace is not easy. But that doesn't diminish the promise. Nor should it delay the reality if we can help it. Even when peace comes knocking at the door all ugly and ragged and worn out - it's still full of hope.

Today on this blog and many many other places on the Internet, out of the living breathing earth rose a cry that somewhere....somehow....someday...there will be peace.

So today let us speak Dona Nobis Pacem in large loud numbers.

It is documented.

It is promised.

It is recorded.

When even one voice stands up to be counted among the peacemakers of the world, there is hope.

We all live on the same ball of dirt.

I'd forgotten about it, this photograph, from a few weeks ago at my father's bedside. One thing is perfectly clear:
It wasn't I who covered you, Daddy.
It was you who covered me.

There is a profound difference in

standing for peace

and standing in peace.    **ADDENDUM: I can't believe it's been a year. It seems like only yesterday to me. But on this day in 2009 just a few days before peace launch, my dad made his flight away from this Earth. He's since taught me a thing or two about remembrance, about living in peace, finding my nirvana, my Zen, making my own joys and keeping myself free of strife, learning to accept things I cannot change and most of all, living with more awareness in each moment of my own life. At the time of his death I was struggling with memories of hurt and pain and sorrow and grief....all rolled into one big jumble of confusion on so many levels. And then one night in November 2009, a few weeks after peace globes launched, he visited me in a dream.  I wrote about it here. I never felt the same about his passing since that visitation. Neither did my sister, who had a similar dream on the very same night. He was even wearing the same shirt.  He brought us a gift to ease our minds and showed us that he was, indeed, just fine. **  

Join us for BlogBlast For Peace Nov 4, 2012
 #blog4peace #peace

Monday Mimisms ~ A Message From Homer The Palace Dog

I knew she would crack.

Last I reported she was already driving me up the banana tree with all the peace globe writing, holed up in her room for days trying to scratch out a post and pimp the peace; I've had it! I told her so, too, and thought that was the end of it.  She sulked when I yelled at her and went for a manicure. I knew that would get her out of the Castle for awhile.

Do I know her or what???

Then Red Tie Guy entered the picture a couple of weeks ago. And my dog life became a living blell!! That's blog + hell for all you non-blog speakers.
She even changed my wardrobe without asking me!!!  I have to wear the stupid thing all.the.time. Even in the moat.
If I've told her once I've told her twice, do NOT trust a man or dog who wears a red tie.

Did she listen to my blogvice? That's Blog + dog + advice + ....oh never mind.  Ummmm...that would be a no.  I told her NOT to give him her phone number. Did she listen to me? NOoooo. You think she's in there writing peace prose? HA! She's texting "him" at all hours of the night when decent people ought to be asleep in their beds. I can't get any shut-eye at all in the Castle. She's imPOSSible. So it's RT this and RT that and what should I wear and does my hair look alright and tell me if I sounded stupid on the phone and do you suppose you could be an alibi when my mother calls Friday night so I don't have to tell her about Mr. Tie?

I wish she'd go back to peace globes.

At least I had all of you to talk to. 

Video for BlogBlast For Peace 2010 (aka Mimi re-makes a movie)

Want one? Grab the code below.

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11 Days Til BlogBlast For Peace ~ The Power of Story

BlogBlast For Peace 2010 20 Day Countdown ~ Day 11

with quotations and prose from famous peace activists -

YOU

I am listening to the voices of peace bloggers.

I have long maintained that while there is significant noise in numbers, the real power of the peace globe movement lies in the eloquent prose  buried deep in the pages  of peace posts from Nigeria to Switzerland. But when people are not allowed to speak, hope is forever silenced and change has no chance.......because silence is the greatest partner to apathy and apathy is the greatest threat of all. My hope is that this movement will continue to harness and illuminate the goodness and imagination of people whose  hearts truly long for peace and tolerance.  It is my belief that massive change always starts  with momentum born of passion and unrest.

Let our words start the flood  of permanent peace.

If we believe that words are powerful.....then this matters.


Day 11 comes from a Haiku writer in Phoenix, Oregon. Her name is Joystory

I composed this paired haiku poem a bit over a year ago inspired by the picture below. It is my sense that it is only with the power of story that we can can recognize and implement solutions to our problems. The best hope for conflict resolution at any level is for all parties to know the other's story with the same intimacy as they know their own. And I don't mean 'the story as written by' I mean the story as known by and lived by the others in the same way you know and live your own.


It takes great courage to be open to this knowing.

Our stories are like trees with roots going deep, nurtured by the soil of our history and the waters of our memories. The roots of our individual stories entangle in the deep past. We can no more isolate our story from that of our 'opponent' then a spruce can isolate its roots from that of the oak in the forest. And above the surface of the soil in the light of each day our common dreams and hopes, fears and angers weave the stories that are making our tomorrows. Our stories are poisoned by fears and can be healed only by love.

Peace is not a gift granted or imposed by an other (or Other) in response to a simple request. Peace cannot be granted unless and until the recipient's yearning for the peace of his br(other) is as unreserved as his yearning for his own peace, Peace cannot be parceled out or fenced in. Anyone wishing for any br(other) to be excluded from it cannot himself have it.


It is within each of our hearts that peace must be made welcome and it is by welcoming our br(other's) heart into our own that we invite peace in. 
For if peace is not everywhere it can be nowhere.

You have a voice.

What will you say?

12 Days Til BlogBlast For Peace ~ The Earth Mother Speaks

BlogBlast For Peace 2010 20 Day Countdown ~ Day 12

with quotations and prose from famous peace activists -

YOU

I am listening to the voices of peace bloggers.

I have long maintained that while there is significant noise in numbers, the real power of the peace globe movement lies in the eloquent prose  buried deep in the pages  of peace posts from Nigeria to Switzerland. But when people are not allowed to speak, hope is forever silenced and change has no chance.......because silence is the greatest partner to apathy and apathy is the greatest threat of all. My hope is that this movement will continue to harness and illuminate the goodness and imagination of people whose  hearts truly long for peace and tolerance.  It is my belief that massive change always starts  with momentum born of passion and unrest.

Let our words start the flood  of permanent peace.

If we believe that words are powerful.....then this matters.

Day 12 belongs to

Michelle of Crow's Feet, the lady who came from Africa and landed in Scotland, wrote words to live by last November.  She seemed to embody the Mother Earth vibe throughout peace globe season, dreaming dreams, interpreting MY dreams, sharing vibes and visions of peace with me. I like her earthy wisdom and the mystical slant that seems to run through her life. Michelle knows how to get to the point. See?    See writes:

I blog for Peace because I have a 26 year old friend who has war injuries 
that will cause him problems for the rest of his life.
I blog for Peace in memory of friends and relatives who have fought and died so that others could live in a better world than they did.
I blog for Peace because ordinary people die in conflicts while politicians argue over which choices will bring them the most power and financial gain.

But mostly I blog for Peace because I want a better future for our world's children.

Peace is more than a lack of wars and terrorism. Peace is a lack of wanting, or needing, to cause violent harm. Peace is realising we aren’t countries, cultures or religions who need to overcome and subdue each other – we are one planet that needs to work together in order to have a future for our children.

Every mother wants a positive future for her children… the Earth as Mother is no different.

I had intended to use the white poppy for my Peace Globe, but the Earth Mother image took over along the way... Mother knows best? ;-) Goodness knows thinking of the Earth as our Mother certainly made me look beyond the surface issues of this planet we all share. That in turn led me to create the video about what Peace really means to me.

And that she did. 


You have a voice.

What will you say?

November 4, 2010

BlogBlast For Peace 2010 ~ How To Get Your Peace Globe (Updated for Twitter and Facebook users)

UPDATE!  Visit the page links at the top of Mimi Writes for all the information you need to participate.

**Next BlogBlast4Peace NOV 4, 2013.**

November  4, 2013
Bloggers from all across the globe
will blog for peace.
We  will speak with one voice.
One subject
One day (and they did!)   Welcome to the 7th launch of BlogBlast For Peace aka Dona Nobis Pacem in the blogosphere, Nov 4, 2010. It's inception began in 2006 with one single post and a cry for peace in our world.
A small group of bloggers answered that challenge and it began to spread across the internet in ways that humble me still. It reaches across political lines and religious creeds, abides in corners of unrest and places of hope, gives voice to individual beliefs and promotes tolerance for diversity. It celebrates the genius in each one of us, found in sparkling conversations of passionate pleas for change in the earth.  It is that hope for change that motivates us.

It was the Internet's first ever online movement of its kind to invite bloggers to post the same message on the same day. From blog to blog it has moved and continues to grow. It is a virtual inscription of hope. We have been amazed to see the power and passion shown each year displayed on pages across the world. We visit each other with our prayers and scribbles, prose and poetry, art and angst, heart and hilarity - and we are moved by it.  From one post to thousands of others in fifty countries and almost every state in the United States, something rare and wonderful happens on BlogBlast For Peace day.

I am privileged to witness it. I invite you to experience it.
It's time.
Join us!

How To Get Your Peace Globe 2010  
Here's how to do it in 4 easy steps!

1. Choose one of the Peace Globe designs shown on this page. Right CLICK and SAVE in JPG format.

2. Sign the globe using Paint, Photoshop or a similar graphics tool. Decorate the globe anyway you wish. You can even include the name of your blog. Click here for thousands of inspiring examples from previous BlogBlasts.

3. Return the peace globe to me via email ~ blogblastforpeace at yahoo.com and sign the Mr. Linky below on that day. Leave a comment and your blog's name and url in the Mr. Linky so that we can visit each other.
Your submission will be numbered and dated in the official gallery  with a link back to your post and a permanent spot on the Official BlogBlast For Peace website as well as in the FACEBOOK albums.
FOR MORE TEMPLATES TO CHOOSE FROM GO HERE

NEW!! 4. On November 4, 2010 DISPLAY YOUR GLOBE IN A POST on your blog, FACEBOOK WALL and TWEET IT! USE THE HASHTAGS #peace and #blogpeace  and #donanobispacem or #blogblastforpeace to keep us organized and viral

Title your post "Dona Nobis Pacem" - Latin for Grant Us Peace. This is important. The goal is for all blog post titles to say the same thing on the same day. Write about peace that day or simply fly your globe.
Visit Mimi Writes Nov 4th and sign your name once you've posted your own globe so that others can find you.

Blog peace on...

NEW!! Use the hashtags #blog4peace and #peace after your tweets to keep us organized and viral

Join the
Facebook Fan Page  
(This is where to post your peace globe on FB)

NEW!!

Facebook EVENT - Sign up and be counted!

DoPeace Group

Please promote!

1. Post this badge on your site and Facebook pages to promote.
Or feel free to use it as your globe on November 4th. 

November 4, 2010

2. Become a Peace Globe Worker Bee.
This organization of busy helpers and dedicated peace bloggers began in 2009. The concept was created by this man and taken up by a growing number of bloggers with a passion for peace and this movement.   Read "You See There Were These Bees...." to find out how the bzzzzzzz started bzzzzzzzing. Any one of the bloggers mentioned in that post or who commented on that post are ready and willing to assist you.

What does a PGWB do? Many of you already do the following actions that define a Peace Globe Worker Bee: Spreading the word, posting the date, flying the Blog Blast  banner, offering assistance to anyone who needs help making a Globe, or directing bloggers to one of the sites where they can find out more  about the movement. Please take the bee badge with you too! We want to see the peace bzzzzz everywhere! We appreciate all you are doing already to spread the word.

3. SHARE (see buttons at bottom) and TWEET this post every chance you get until November 4th, 2010 and on that day.

Need ideas and inspiration? Go to BlogBlast For Peace.com to see the gallery of thousands of peace globes and posts from 50 countries already submitted and numbered.
The peace globes are now housed in albums on my Facebook page. Go here to find yours.
If you'd like to read about the history of this movement, go here.


This is what has gone before.
I can't wait to see what you do with this movement in 2010.

Papa's Marbles ~ How It All Began The Silence Of Peace
BlogBlast For Peace #1

BlogBlast For Peace #2 June  2007

BlogBlast For Peace #3 November 2007

BlogBlast For Peace #4 June 2008

BlogBlast For Peace #5 November 6, 2008

BlogBlast For Peace #6 November 5, 2009

If we believe that words are powerful....then this matters.
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