Dona Nobis Pacem - 2011

Took a while to post this, had to get rid of the cobwebs...

So... Here's how it works. Every year, I write a post for Queen Mimi's BlogBlast For Peace. Every year, the initial spark of inspiration comes from a song I hear. A few notes, some lyrics, a feeling... and off I go.

Imagine my surprise when this year the lyrics that jumpstarted my post were:

"Crazy, but that's how it goes

Millions of people living as foes.

Maybe, it's not too late

to learn how to love

and forget how to hate..."
- Ozzy Osbourne, Crazy Train

That's right, people. ... I went to my peaceful place because of Ozzy. On the Crazy Train. That's way outside the box for most people. I know. But then, just goes to show... Peace is everywhere, even where some might not expect it. I imagine past visitors have come to expect a kumbaya feel good song from me, the peace hippie bee. And I come up with Ozzy. Stop looking at me like that, I don't control it.

But here's the thing: he goes on to say "You have to listen to my words"

*insert rocking guitar riff HERE (headbanging optional - air guitar twang compulsory - and I'm watching so go on, do it... you know you want to, besides you already think I've lost my mind, do you really want to upset me?!)*

We've been saying this all along... Words matter. It's why we believe that blogging, tweeting, facebooking for Peace makes sense.

Because words matter...

And then I see this video and I get it. Change... the music changed, my words (well my quote) changed... because "crazy" has been defined by some wise people as "doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result". Guess my muse planned this all along.

Now go forth, and try something different, in the spirit of Peace. If we want Peace, something is going to have to change... *wink*

Remember to be mindful of the words you use.

Anndi's Peace "Jukebox" 

I had to... this song started this post after all!

My more traditional peace hippie bee kumbaya most perfect peace song... with Arlo

One Love

Trying something different...

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

~Robert Fulghum