Funny thing is, they know I'm not kidding and I know I'm not kidding but still, it seemed a bit bodacious. But I'm not here to talk about BlogBl....you know....so I won't.
That is what his father (at left) used to do way back in the day of Little League bliss. See that determination? See that spit in his eye? He never let the second strike worry him. The boy knew how to keep his eye on the ball and he knew how to run.
So my goal will remain as simple and bodacious as it's always been: every blog and every country. All of them. Fifty-five nations already flying the thing I am not going to mention is nothing to sneeze at. And today I corresponded with Romania, Angola, Belarus and Bahamas - all wanting more information.
Sometimes it's good to go back and think about the beginning of a thing.
How you felt about it. How it sparked you on the inside and made you tingle. How the whole thing unfolded and spun out of control right in front of your eyes until one day you found yourself sitting on the Internet making outrageous statements while people shook their heads and prayed for your deliverance.
I don't know what it is about this movement but the more complicated it becomes for me in a technical sense, and the more important decisions I have to make about its future, the more I have to remind myself that the beginning is a fine place to start. So I go back. And I read what we all said when we didn't know what we were doing.
We just knew why we were doing it.
Admittedly there was an innocence then that now occasionally flirts with extinction. It's the way of the world when a thing is growing. You have to stave off germs and roadblocks and naysayers and out and out evil intent at times. But I believe you prevail if the premise is pure. The bones and sinew of a movement are no less tenuous than a baby's soft spotted innocence you know. Sometimes you have to fight to hold on to that spark.
I try to revive it on the inside of me. Because if I lose the original intent - so do you.
We could be boldly naive about a little old thing like worldwide peace and not blink a blog eye. I wrote that bloggers were taking over the world one globe at a time before I even saw the first launch.
(Artist and peace blogger: Alicia M.B.Ballard, White Rock, British Columbia)
I asked myself, even then, in this post how I could speak with such confidence about an idea that was barely two weeks old. My answer was, "Because I have unwavering faith in the power of words."
I still do.
That has never changed. Not because there are now thousands upon thousands of words but because the words carry meaning and power. It is their substance that distinguishes and propels this movement.
You can't keep a thing like a home base steal quiet for very long.
I see that spit in your eye.
Reason #14 To Blog4Peace ~ Honoring Origins