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Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The Eve of Dona Nobis Pacem

Somewhere in the world BlogBlast For Peace is dawning. It wouldn't be the same without Annelisa's sunrise photography. Taken in East Sussex, I am proud to call her my friend from across the pond. She has a way of bringing peace through the lens of her magic camera. Though this is her neighborhood in the United Kingdom, it also reminds me a bit of Bloggingham Palace. Blanketed by a gloriously brilliant layer of sky, my world seems a bit closer to hers....and to yours. We live under the same sky. The same world. In fact, we've been sharing this blanket for some time now.

Peace bloggers know how to do that very well.

Dawning anew for me this year is the story of my Papa's marbles, seen here in a wooden bowl that still sits atop my piano. If you are a veteran peace blogger, you have read the story that unfolded, as written below, on the very first BlogBlast Eve in 2006.. It was four hours 'til midnight and I had no peace globe post. Until.........

.......I received a loving, gentle tap on the shoulder by someone I loved and lost. A simple bowl of rocks changed my mind forever about the absurdity of a notion called coincidence. I am still amazed at how the story of the Peace Globes really began. Many of you are posting a globe for the first time today and do not know this story. For you, I shall tell it again. And for those who began this journey with me in 2006, thank you for allowing me to re-introduce you to this honorable man. I am proud to know you. So is he.

The Silence of Peace
Papa's Marbles
(written November 7, 2006)

They've been sitting on my piano for more years than I care to count, on the corner of the Kohler and Campbell my grandfather gave me when I was fourteen years old. After he died, I found them in a tattered and dirty bag at the bottom of a box full of his personal things. He wanted me to have them.

His marbles.

Handmade roughhewn marbles crafted from rock by my grandfather and his brothers. The year was 1920 and there was no money for toys.
I often wondered why he didn't leave them for a male member of the family. Honestly, folks. It wasn't until just tonight - the eve of
Dona Nobis Pacem in the blogosphere- that I discovered the answer.
I know stranger things have happened.

I just can't recall when.

I knew this post would not be written until the last moment. I made lots of notes but I just couldn't quite make it happen. It is still a little while before midnight in my part of the United States and I'm supposed to be spinning out a masterpiece of goodwill and peace prose - maybe a stunning poem like those we've already seen. A song, a lyric, a new tune.

Instead, Mimi Pencil Skirt wants to talk about rocks.

So I went into my study and began to polish them. One by one. The bowl, the piano, the granite. How many times have I sat at that very bench and casually glanced into that bowl? Thousands of times. Song after song.

Tune after tune. Lesson after lesson. Year after year.

He didn't have a lot of money it seems to me now, my grandfather. At the time though, he was the richest man I knew. And he has been on my mind this week more often than not. Well over six-feet tall and always impeccably dressed, my Papa was the most humble man I've ever met.
When he passed away I met scores of people who told me what he'd meant to them. "He helped me when I needed money"......He gave me his shoes." and on and on.
His kindness was not news to me. The fact that a large portion of the town showed up at his wake was, however, a stunning surprise. I didn't know I'd been sharing him all those years.

He made me feel as if I were the only one in the world.

Strange, those marbles. All different shapes and sizes. Colors, too. Yet they've co-Existed for years right there atop the long-lovingly-played strings inside my piano - the one Papa used his savings account to buy for me while he worked two jobs at the factory and made time up on Saturdays when he missed work hours to drive me to my lessons.
I was a bit different. Artistic. Content with solitude. Always writing in endless journals and playing broody piano music. Papa understood me but he didn't pamper me - even though that's a disputed fact to this day in my family.

What he did was more earth-shattering.

The one on top. That one.Different... that one. I know that's the very one he made.I'm sure of it.
When I think about peace and what it means to me, I always wander back to a time when I first felt it. Because I know on an unconscious level that world peace cannot - will not - be achieved without inner peace. Adversaries on both sides of the conflict have to have it. You can't weave magical tranquility out of thin air and conferences. Peace is a state of being.
It has a life of its own.

Papa's Marbles. Not a pretty one in the bunch.
Every one brown or taupe. Almost every one.
I started thinking this week about those times in my life
when I first felt real peace.
For me, it came in the presence of God at an early age. Not because I am privileged or special. But simply because I was loved. Unconditionally.
Sometimes it takes just one person to unlock magic in someone else.
I watched that kind of magic flow through my grandfather's life. He was in tune with who he was. He knew the simple meaning of love.
He knew how to pray.

I often wondered how other people sensed that about him without the benefit of those life-giving hugs he saved just for me.

He chose the color himself. Papa.....he must have spent hours honing that rock.I often went with him to backwoods church services. Informal revivals, formal services, anywhere there was special music and a spirit of God - he was there. I can't explain it really. We would visit churches and the minister would ask him to lead the invocation or say the benediction - even though they'd never met. How did they know he could pray? I knew he could pray......but how did they know?

Taking his hat off and bowing his head, he would very quietly hold audience with his Maker. It didn't matter how many people were listening. His prayers always began the same way......"Dear Gracious Heavenly Father......"
No matter where. Or with whom. Or in front of whom.

Hat in hand. Head bowed. He knew how to reach God.
And people sensed that when they met him.
If peace can be worn like a garment then he was always finely clothed, my Papa.

One night he took me by the hand and led me to the altar with him. He knelt down on one knee, elbow resting on the other and silently voiced his heart. I was right there! I heard the whole thing and he never said a word.He made them with his own hands. He molded them into shape.
Created them and lovingly took care of them. He chose the color.
Not a sonata or a novel. Certainly nothing brilliant or fancy.
Just ordinary marbles.

Tonight I'm sitting at my table writing stories on an electronic device that sends messages to people halfway around the world about globe graphics and insomnia, making pots of endless coffee to stay awake, answering emails from Germany, London, China, New York, Oman and beyond.

Could Papa have ever imagined such a thing?

Did he?

What was he praying about all that time anyway?
Papa's marbles....There's something odd about them.

Oh forget about it. They're just a bunch of rocks. You've got a story to write.
Can't you think of something brilliant? It's past midnight and everyone has their peace globe up but you.

I struggled. There's something missing here, I thought.
It's about Papa. I can't stop thinking about him.

What would he say to me tonight? How would
he pray?The marbles.
Look closer.

When it hit me, I was way past the point of arguing with myself about miracles and such. I've seen too many come through my mailbox today to argue with God about that.
Do you see it?The blue one on top.

It looks like a globe.
Dona Nobis Pacem did not start with Mimi. It started in 1920 when a little boy in the rural southeastern United States decided to shape a small blue marble -
for his granddaughter.

And that's how it started.
With a visit from my grandfather and a bowl of handmade marbles. Now it's time for you to continue the story and spread the message of a peaceful world from your own places of rest or umrest - in your own voice - from whatever in your life brings you peace. Tonight, from every corner of the globe I see little blue marbles....I mean globes.......and they are a beautiful, beautiful sight.
This is Mimi Pencil Skirt reporting live from the lovely land of the Peace Globes.
See you tomorrow. It's not too late to join us. If you don't have a peace globe, just copy the graphic at the top of this blog and put it up! All are welcome.
Dona nobis pacem
Grant us peace



Michelle said...

Beautiful story. :-)

Raising a toast to all the "papas" who make a difference, one way or another...

Lizza said...

" peace cannot - will not - be achieved without inner peace. Adversaries on both sides of the conflict have to have it. You can't weave magical tranquility out of thin air and conferences. Peace is a state of being."

Amen! Your Papa's spirit, wisdom, and love live on.

Try to get some rest, Mims. You have a busy day ahead of you. :-)

Mimi Lenox said...

Michelle - Here's to all the Papa's of the world.

Mimi Lenox said...

Lizza - But if I go to sleep I'll miss something!! Don't you know it's Christmas? (wink)

Mimi Lenox said...

Better go to the store for java...and cheetos.

Anonymous said...

I ♥ this story! It's just lovely.

My peace globe is ready to auto publish. I am so excited!

Carver said...

Beautiful post, beautiful photographs. I'm looking forward to the blog blast for peace. You are a great Peace Queen. As ever in friendship and peace, Carver

Babs (Beetle) said...

Beautiful! That really touched my heart. I hope parents and grandparents know just how much they leave behind for us.

Namnet said...

Thank you for so wonderful story. My first peace globe is also ready to published.
I am proud of being a part of such an exciting movement. Sometimes, it is really worth to think about peace for a while and then do something for it. Even if it is just a post. Everything what makes you think has a power to change the world.
The idea is great and thank you, Mimi, for "invent" it.

Bud Weiser, WTIT said...

You how much I love that story. Globes are set! Off we go...

Anonymous said...

My post is written and waiting to be published at 12:01am EST. I'm honored to be able to participate.

Thank you for creating this wonderful expression of hope! By the way, be sure to visit my blog on Friday. There's going to be a little something you'll want to read.

Gemini and Ichiro said...

We are thrilled to be part of another wonderful Blog Blast. And such a hopeful new beginning here in the US.

♥♥ Willa ♥♥ said...

i can't wait to pos tmy entry,it's my first time and I'm so excited!!!

Julie said...

"Dear Gracious Heavenly Father....". My father would always end his prayer this way: "......and may we be ever mindful of Your wisdom."

Your papa and my daddy...i wonder if they've met....I wonder what they are thinking...right now.

Mimi.....I can't get enough of this story. I know I've been around for 3 blogblasts but it feels brand new every time!

Travis Cody said...

You know how I feel about the marbles.

Enjoy the next few days.

Durward Discussion said...

I won't spoil the fun for you. Go to Google and type in: Dona Nobis Pacem Mimi

Cheryl Pitt said...

I love the shots from in/above the clouds!

Anonymous said...

Mimi, help! I tried emailing you a new Peace Globe that I made for this BlogBlast, I got the email from your sidebar, and Gmail kicked it back saying it didn't exist. The email I used was Do you have a new one? I have it in my blog blast too so my readers can email you their Globes. Help please!


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