Change Your Climate! ~ Blog4Peace NOV 4

It's time to announce the 2019 launch of Blog4Peace!  
Welcome to the 14th year of peace blogging!  When?

 November 4, 2019 

This year's theme ~ 

Change your climate 

As if our annual custom, people from all over the world are invited to write on the subject of peace, create and fly a peace globe (like those found HERE) and post on social media, blogs, Twitter, Instagram, wherever you are online. Click here for a collection of free peace templates to use.

No time in my historical memory can I relate more to an era of time and space on planet Earth when every word spoken carried more weight than it does now. And they're not all good for the planet. Or for us.

Speaking out is important!

 The forests and rivers are crying. The rocks and seas are coming undone. The hillsides are burning and the glaciers are falling.  The animal kingdom is weeping, after all, it is their kingdom. The air is full of poison and the oceans are full of plastic. Tidal waves are angry and we must listen.  No one is immune to this scourge. Everyone is responsible for the health and well-being of Mother Earth.   We are responsible for the way in which we speak to the universe...because you see...it catches up with us. The planet answers in response to the way she is treated - recoiling and rebelling in the only way She knows.  The violence we are seeing in nature is not an accident. If we don't change the way we sweep the house, the house will turn on itself like an rogue immune system, continuing to ravage and assault until we've not only lost our refuge - but any hope of a peaceful home.   We cannot live in peace if the walls are crumbling around us.  Sometimes in life we are in battle. Sometimes we enjoy a respite.  This is a season of war.  
And not just the environment and inevitable climate change. 
The more our environment changes, the more the atmosphere in our personal lives changes. Humans react to stress.  Poisonous words alter the collective consciousness of the Universe in the world at large and in our homes.  We are not only struggling to find gigantic real world solutions to enormous problems for our very survival, we're also internalizing all the fear and urgency that comes with that task. Our bodies react to what we see happening around us, what we hear, what we read. If we don't know what to do and we play that mantra over and over in our heads, we become hopeless. Stuck. Overwhelmed. Sick. Depressed. Scared. 
We have to stop saying in angst "we've got to find a solution!!" and actually find a solution! We are a planet of people floundering in a cesspool at a pivotal point in time.   And it is literally killing us. Not only is the planet coming unglued, so are we.  What triggers a lack of peace in your life? What makes you lose your peace? Uncertainty? Finances? Sickness? Politics? Racism? Unkindness? Family? Relationships? Job? Grief? Depression? 
Find that specific trigger point and write about how to  change your climate.   Make a plan for a more peaceful you. One step at a time. Self care is not selfish.  Since the year 2006 our motto has been, "If words are powerful, then this matters."

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You don't have to worry about finding the words, O Brilliant Peace Bloggers, the intent of your  heart is always the source of your story.  You understand that. I've seen it over and over.  And only YOU can tell your story. Don't let someone else hijack your truth. Your writing is more powerful each year. Your peace globes more beautiful. Your intent more purposeful! Our influence greater and the substance deeper - this year more than ever.  What you write will help others struggling with the same issues. Then our peace blogging world becomes a healing community. Every part of the puzzle, every effort, every word is important.  So. We will speak for the presence of peace on this planet.  And in our lives.  We will rage and we will protest. We will write with a wailing pen and celebrate with a multicolored band of boldness. On the page of diversity and unity will strong words of vulnerability course through and run down the blank lines until they bleed into cracks and cuts of planet earth that need the healing you bring to the page - and to the world.  I need you! We all need you!
So write.  And write strong. And don't be a wimp. Throw away the rules. And for Heaven's sake, don't censor. Write. 

Pick up your pen.

Set your words on fire

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BlogBlast For Peace 2018 ~ Dona Nobis Pacem

Welcome to the 2018 launch of Blog4Peace. We are an international group of bloggers and social media gurus who promote the cause of peace on our blogs, websites and pages. Click one of the links above to get your own peace globe and join us. It's an amazing day on the Internet! Our theme this year is the power of words. Here's my peace post. I'll be by soon to read yours!
Words in Blue Kyanite
If there are stories to be told in heaven, let them be these. 

Let them be told as these have been told. Let verse and lyric rhyme as old saints do on the eve of great awakenings. Lean your ear toward what matters most and listen as spirits mutter sacred texts and beautiful songs. Stretched across the throne of the world from the top of heaven's doorstep, words can still reach earth.  Stretched across the world's doorstep in many homes and hovels today, words can still reach heaven. And you will say them again. And again. And again. That's what storytellers do.  That's what peace bloggers do.
For you see, words are not only powerful for the content and wisdom they bring to bear; they are powerful for the reason they came to bear.  There is no great catharsis, no sudden shift in the universe, no real progressive change in the world without storytellers. And you thought your chapter was over? Let me tell you something...it doesn't end until you tell it to end.  He had this twinkle you see....A spark of something that resided deep inside the brilliance of his mind. Something that glowed with kindness, documenting years on earth like centimeter markings on a ruler.  My Papa. He is the one who inspired me to write in the first place. He is the one who left me with an earth marble full of continents and rivers and mountains. He left me the whole world. 

And his hammer. Words are not the only tools we have.  He needed it to make things. I need it to smash my fingers. He understood hammers. I do not. 
  .
I've been asking him lately, in my dreams and in my mind, what story he wants to tell today on November 4th, because he always give me a nudge. And all I am hearing from him is that he wants me  - and you - to tell our stories. Now. Not his. Ours.  
 It is the most basic of human needs - the power and joy of connection. Of being heard. Of being heard!!!  Not because someone is shouting, anyone can start a movement if they're loud enough, but because purposeful intent behind mightily built well-chosen words is strong enough to make a whisper ripple across seven continents and twenty-five rivers and still be understood on the highest mountain peak a thousand miles away. That's what Papa's marble did for me.  That's what your words do for the world each and every year.
And while there was serendipity and more than a few God winks to get the ball rolling (so to speak), the discovery of the marble only served to help me understand that in this life there are no coincidences.  Every person you meet brings their energy, their intent, right smack-dab into your personal space...sometimes so close you want to (and should) run away and hide from it when things don't feel right. That is discernment. Others bring the healing you need when you didn't even know you needed to call a healer.

That is grace.
Which brings me to my friend.   It happened at the beginning of a new school year.   I bent over in agony when I heard the news, so unexpected it was, so cutting. It was a physical pain in the caverns of my body. I could hear the bones break in my brain.  I didn't expect to feel her loss so viscerally. Peacefully housed in pine she lay weeping and exhausted no more. She was free. I was not.

I was afraid. And angry Let's be real. My life was full of complaining. And whining. And posturing. And planning. And pondering. And procrastinating. And even whining to myself that complaining would do me in.  I was even tired of my own complaining! I've been tired and exhausted this year. Not.peaceful.at.all.
And there she was. Asleep forever in a cold pine box full of peace. Not even fifty years old. My heart broke for the losses and pain she endured on planet earth. 
I was at the crossroads between terror and panic. Would I be next? Would my body betray me as well? Can I live up to the example of courage she set?  Could I maintain this pace and keep my health intact? After all, she was the strongest person I knew. Heart-stopping, constricting air-depleting suffocation. Did I mention the fear?  Even so, I felt guilty for focusing on myself when it wasn't about me at all. 
What was her story? She spoke loudly from the pine box. The silence was maddening. Knock it off, Mimi, and listen up! I can't remember one single meeting, one single instance, one day or second or smile that was wasted on her. She made me better and sometimes made me mad doing it. Oh, but she didn't know it. And she had no patience for my histrionic nature. She didn't waste time worrying about how other people perceived her, whether or not she hurt your feelings, or how you arrived at any conclusion without her. She was too busy living strongly while she was dying slowly.
You knew you were in the presence of someone who knew what it meant to inhale and exhale with intent every single day. You knew, somehow you knew, that time spent with her were masterclasses in how to live fully.

Could there be a better time to shake up the world than on the day you decide to die? She shook up my world! Yes, I said decide. I know that I know that I know (as my grandmother would say) that some people decide it is their day to die. Ascended gurus manage to mark the hour quite regularly. When it's time for the body to give up its usefulness, it's time to give up the ghost and take up a new identity somewhere else. 
And so my friend became my catalyst for change in a year that began in fear. That happens when you see someone you just talked to reposing in a pine box too soon. 
**Excuse me, Miss Pencil Skirt, said the doctor...but I don't think you're breathing quite right** 
 Fear is a simply a jumping off place.  "What you do in this moment will determine everything," whispered the Voice of reason.
I decided to change my words.  Starting with my thinking
I wrote pages of self-talk: I will not tolerate pity. I will not tolerate blame. I will not tolerate complaining. I will not abide negativity. I will not entertain anger. I will not surrender to bitterness. I can breathe I can breathe I can breathe I can breathe.... 
"Gather your strength," whispered Spirit. "Gather strength for yourself."  I wanted to live well. I needed to love myself well enough to gather my strength and heal.  Those who live well, by default love well. 

Pyrophyllite

 I mean the kind of love that makes you sweat, requires your blood, makes you live in it, slog through it, talk about it, wade in it, fall down under the weight of it until you can't even breathe because that devastating love is so full of itself.  Have you ever come to a pivotal moment in your life when days were so dreary you'd rather feel something than nothing at all?  Your lungs are tight from holding back the light that so desperately wants to get in...but you can't exhale well enough to inhale?  Stress will do that to a person. At least that's what the doctor told me. What? What?? I can't breeeaaatheee?? 
"No, Miss Pencil Skirt, something seems to be affecting your lung capacity."  
This is not what you want to hear the day before you go to a funeral.
**raises hand** I think I need to call a healer.

I didn't understand the world until I was sixty-years-old. It was then that understanding became too soft a word for the depth of knowing residing in the bones of six decades on earth. It was more like burning lava cooled by the flames of tea leaves. 

I love leaves

When my Papa was in his early sixties, he fell on the kitchen floor and took his last breath. Just like that. Suddenly. Without premeditation or fanfare. His lungs collapsed and the poison inside caused a massive crumble of tissue and structure.  He was gone before his head hit the floor.  

Kyanite blue in pyrophyllite stone

I never knew he couldn't breathe. There was a ticking time bomb inside the man whose heart was overshadowed by a pair of lungs full of pyrophyllite dust. He never told me he couldn't breathe!  I always thought he'd die of arthritis. Or working too hard. Or loving too much. I never dreamt he'd fall in a heap of poisoned air and give up the ghost on the kitchen floor. 

Look familiar?

He was too busy living to die of sensible causes. 
All he did was love me.  In large loud bouts of contagious love.  His love was all I heard.  It. Was. All. He. Said.
Papa worked in a pyrophyllite plant (think talc) back in the day before it was safe to mine or breathe dust particles from the clay or work with the intensely heated kilns which were to used to mold particles for commodities like furniture. It caused fibrosis in some and unknown lung ailments in many. I didn't know Papa couldn't breathe. Apparently, neither did he.  He just kept living. And loving everyone around him. Until he decided to fall on the kitchen floor. 

Kyanite

That one blue marble in the center of the bowl - yes, that one - is Kyanite, infused with and altered by pyrophyllite. It is a metamorphic mineral found in sedimentary rocks within soapstone mines in the southern United States, Brazil, New South Wales, Australia, India and Kenya. It contains aluminum silicate (hence the silent poison).

Kyanite gets its name from the Greek words for fire and leaf. Tonight I have discovered that this same blue stone has crystal healing properties especially in the throat area near the bronchial tubes.  I know little to nothing about the realm of gemstone metaphysics, but I do respect the power of Earth and the ancient wisdom of chakra healing. 
**You can't breathe said the doctor You can't breathe said the doctor* I never knew I couldn't breathe until they told me I couldn't breathe!! Has this ever happened to you?
And what other silent gift did he pass on to us? Pyrophyllite is also known as "Pencil Stone" (said The Pencil Skirt) and has been used to enhance writing abilities, helps to speak one's truth with clarity and brings balance to all the Chakras.  So you see, that wonderful blue marble we've gazed at since 2006 might well be one of the reasons that peace bloggers feel compelled to write. On some deep spiritual level we feel it. 
It's alright if you don't believe that. I've just unearthed this myself (so to speak). But doesn't it make sense?  That blue stone became something beautifully rare and healing to all of us.  Papa's intent was good. Papa's intent became our words. Papa's destiny is still evolving.
I want mine to do the same.   Don't you?
It wasn't so much what he said throughout the years to his curly-headed, hardheaded granddaughter that made the cataclysmic shift in my DNA; it was the unspoken life of a simple man too busy living a simple life he loved to die conveniently proper.  I want to die inconveniently improper too. 

I think I just found my healer

 While Papa harvested dust and clay, he fashioned a symbol of the world for a granddaughter he couldn't have known would ever even exist. Harvesting and working in the dust of those stones eventually led to his death. For him to pass this treasure on to me - to us - is surely more than coincidence. It illustrates how every single act we do on planet earth has a consequence, often far-reaching and seismic in nature. 
 All I remember was that he loved me and that was enough
He didn't have to say a word That is the power of words laid carefully round in blue Kyanite   

Jamie White ~ Washington

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Use your Facebook, Instagram or Twitter account!

November 4 is the day.

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Calling All Peace Globe Worker Bees!

With two weeks remaining until BlogBlast For Peace, we are in full promotion mode. We need all peace bloggers near and far to start sharing past posts and peace globes with the world. 

We invite YOU to share your thoughts of peace and the power of words. 

How much negativity have you heard on the news lately? Have you noticed how words are cutting right through the hearts and minds of people - and usually not the right words. We can change that. YOU can change that. Every time someone speaks ill of someone else, judges, divides, manipulates, politicizes or ostracizes others, we ALL stand divided and unsteady.

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To get us started, here's a brilliant example of the way peace bloggers operate collectively on November 4th every year.

Peace blogger, writer,  and brilliant wordsmith Jamie White sent in this timely globe today.  

Our theme this year is Words are Powerful!!!

What will you say to the world on November 4th?

Your turn.

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It seems that many of us are finding our voices at the same time this year - the RIGHT time.
I hope you will consider supporting our annual day of peace on November 4.

Canadian Peace globe from 2009

There is no better time to speak up than now.


Peace in the world is essential to sustaining LIFE on our planet, harmony in our homes, and positive progress in the world. 
We all inhabit this one ball of dirt. 

Let your voice count. 
Speak up!





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30 Day Countdown to Blog4Peace ~ November 4, 2018

Each year on November 4th we celebrate with thousands around the world. PEACE!
It's time to fly your wonderful peace globes. What will you write about this year? How will you design your peace globe? Is there something in your soul you've been dying to say? Our theme this year is The Power of Words!!

Use your voice, your blog, your presence on the Internet to focus on one collective wish - PEACE.  Write a peace post, post a peace globe. Visit other writers and make connections with peace bloggers all over the world. It's a phenomenal day in the Blogosphere and on the Internet!!

Please don't miss it!  
Go to http://blog4peace for thousands of globe examples. Then plan to participate with all of us. 

What is it? 
BlogBlast For Peace (aka Blog4Peace) is an international effort on the part of bloggers and social media gurus to influence the status quo on the subject of peace. We shake up the system. We sow seeds of discomfort just to make you think. We stir up the atmospheric pressure on a global scale from Africa to Anaheim. PEACE. We speak peace. Peace be still. Dona nobis pacem. Grant us peace. We pray for peace. We meditate for peace. We work for peace. We connect with other peacemakers on this planet and declare that we are UNITED in our work.

Do you have a blog? A social media page? A Facebook page? A website?
You can blog for peace wherever you are online.
Want to join us?   Here's how!

1. Make a peace globe.  Simply choose a template (FOUND HERE) and design it with a peace message. There are thousands of examples made by peace bloggers at the Official Peace Globe Gallery @ http://blog4peace.com.  Right here on this site!

2. Title your blog or social media post with these three words, "Dona nobis pacem" which is Latin for Grant us Peace.

3. Publish your peace globe and post on November 4th

We look forward to seeing you then! Our theme this year is The Power of Words. Take one day to voice your desire for a peaceful planet. The Universe will respond in kind to the thousands of vibes put into the atmosphere.
Peace blogging is powerful. Your WORDS are powerful. Use them for good!!



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Peace Is Good

During this time of great transition and change in our world - and we ARE in such a time - let's not forget to forge peace. Keep it in the forefront of your minds and hearts. There is no greater force in the world than its people in unity for GOOD. 

Peace is good.

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Love Peace? You Can Be a Peace Blogger Too

Oh, along about the year 2006, we began to blog for peace. People thought it would be wise to make a simple and bold statement: Dona nobis pacem (Grant us peace). So blog we did. 

Each year we have grown stronger and louder, more determined and sure. We have settled into a place that has become everyone's place at the table. We come from 214 countries/territories. We speak many languages and dialects, but one single Latin phrase has unified us into one voice: 

Dona nobis pacem

Grant us peace

Join us? 

Choose a template and post it on your web places. We're active everyday on many social media sites. Our annual blogblast4peace is always NOV 4th and we'd love to see you on that day; however, this movement is a daily online presence. Please contact Mimi Lenox is you have any questions or visit us on Facebook to get more information.  It's simple. Choose a graphic, sign it if you wish, leave it blank it you wish, or place your own peace message on it. Then post!

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