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by hitandrun1964

Heroes Of Peace

There are many names popping up in my mind. From Gorbachev, who for sure had a huge impact in opening up and stopping or at least officially slowing down the cold war, to Gandhi, Buddha or Mother Theresa. Each and everyone of them had their impact and yet nobody really succeeded in making this world entirely peaceful.

As much as people like Gandhi and Mother Theresa can inspire us, can even lead us and can influence us and our thinking, their influence is still limited. Making a difference, making a change is entirely up to us. And that’s where it all comes together.

As long as we push this responsibility far away from ourselves, as long as we expect everyone else, including our so called leaders to step up and do something, we won’t get there. Because we only sit back. We wait and expect others to change something major. We wait for some hero to step up and clean up the mess.

Be the change you want to see in the world. Mahatma Gandhi

We all need to be this hero. We need to step up and do our little bits and pieces to change what we want to change. We do have the power, we only have to start somewhere. Each and everyone of us can be that Hero for Peace. We don’t need a superhero.

There are so many little things we can do on a daily base, kindness we can show to others and in doing so we automatically make the world a more peaceful place. I truly believe in the power of numbers. As I said so many times before: One drop of rain does not water a field but if you add another drop and another drop and another drop you suddenly have a proper rainfall. I believe it’s the same with so many things we think we cannot influence.

So often I hear from someone “I wish I could do something but I can’t”. Not true. Everyone can. You can take care of the environment by doing your little bits and pieces and if everyone does only a little bit it will add up. Same with making this world a more peaceful place. We all can do a little bit and in the end it will add up as well.

My heroes for peace are all the people who do their tiny little things on a daily base to make this planet a better place. It’s each and every blogger who only thinks about their heroes for peace or about what they could do. It’s every single person who shows kindness to someone else, people who help others without expecting anything in return. It everyone that offers that helping hand.

Those are the true heroes for peace in my books.



What’s in your heart and what will you do with it?

A class of grade four students were invited to work on a project.
Each child had been given a heart made of wood to fill.
The heart had a removable lid so notes could be enclosed.
They were invited to include memories, thoughts, and emotions.
The decision of what to do with the box at the end – their choice.

Parents were invited to attend the big reveal.
Each student read their entries aloud to everyone.
The teacher was impressed with the variety.
Some children presented their box to a parent.
Other children decided to keep it for themselves.

Only one student remained.
As he read his entries everyone gasped.
His parents stared in shock.
The teacher was uncertain how to respond.
His entries were unlike any others.

A single word on each note.
Hate. Prejudice. War. Bullying.
There were dozens stuffed inside the box.
The teacher almost feared asking what he chose to do with it.
The room was deafening silent when he spoke.

I’d like to destroy this heart.
And all the awful things inside it.
If we can just get rid of it, we can make more hearts.
We won’t need lids though, cause they’ll be too full with love.
Anybody wanna help me?

It was a day of celebration.
Everyone wanted to be involved.
Parents and teachers were deep in thought.
A child had shown them such a different perspective.
On this occasion – everyone wanted to break a heart.



It’s always fun to play around with perception.
Smiles, hugs and blessings everyone.

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by busymindthinking

Artists4Peace Important Announcement


It is time to grow! 😀

It has been wonderful setting the foundation with all of you and our monthly scheduled topics. It is nice to share our work and our passion for peace and love AND we need to work to spread peace in our communities and around the world. It is time to do more!

We will be introducing more challenges, ways to get involved and asking you questions.  Imagine if we all contribute our ideas and can act upon them to actually make a difference in achieving peace!

We will continue to have scheduled topics and of course accept general peace related art at any time.




Remember just blog as you normally would and then email a link to your post to for consideration!

Don’t forget to send in your submissions for April.


How does language influence peace?

Submission Deadline April 1st
Selected Entries will be posted April 15th


Stay Tuned!!!


Melanie & Gigi






My cousin brought this towel for me (when she was in Ireland), because it had a seven on it (my lucky number).  She couldn’t find one with a black sheep but I do have a mug (somewhere) with a black sheep.   I don’t think sheep should have numbers on them.  Sheep should be loved and unnumbered.  Numbering beings is not a good thing, unless they are kindergarten kids on a school trip and the teachers are afraid they might lose one of them.  Other than that there is no excuse.

Sheep are beautiful beings and lambs are sweet and adorable.  They are not food but living beings who feel pain and terror.  They feel fear.  They feel love for each other.  They are only food because people told others that they were food.  If you had been taught  different story, if you grew up believing that sheep were not food, you would be horrified and shocked by the fact that people kill and eat these beautiful beings.  People who eat meat were taught that it’s okay to do so.  Their habits cause untold suffering and death, but they weren’t taught that part of it.

It’s like that with everything we believe.  We were only told part of the story.  We need to rethink the things we do.

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by hitandrun1964

Okay so…why we don’t have peace…a theory

In Ireland, a beautiful country with lovely cows, sheep, people, green grass and pubs, or so I’m told, there is a war going on between the Catholics and Protestants, right?  I’ve read stories where a person from each religion fell in love (because our hearts don’t know anything about religion but they do know a lot about chemistry).  The couple was caught, their heads shaved and they were tarred and feathered.   See, hate is okay, love is not.  Years ago, I also heard about, a program that brought kids from Ireland to the US, so that they could live with a family where one parent was Catholic and the other parent was Protestant.  They lived with them for a couple of months because some people wanted to teach the children that people were okay, no matter what religion they followed, and that no one had to die because of what they believed.  I believe the program was a success and that the children were amazed to see that things could be so different.  The kids were changed by their experiences.

We look at that internal war and wonder how people can kill each other over something that.  But the thing is…they look at us and wonder how we can believe and do the things we believe and do.  It’s like this, if  people aren’t taught to hate Catholics or Protestants…they won’t hate them.  Hate is taught.    We don’t go to  war over religion, in the US because no one taught us that we should, it’s that simple.   The people in Ireland, who are fighting the war, were taught different things.  If you had been born in Belfast, a person’s religion may matter to you and you may be wearing a uniform and carrying an automatic weapon, ready to kill because someone doesn’t think/believe the same thing you do.  Wars are usually fought for two reasons, either someone has something someone else wants, or someone believes something  that someone else doesn’t like/believe.

If you had been born in a different country you would believe what people in that country  believe. This shows us that the things we currently believe are relative to where we were born and what we were taught.  We don’t believe things because they are true, we believe things because we are told that they are true by people in a place where those things are believed to be true.

We aren’t born BELIEVING anything.  We are all born free of prejudice, violence and hatred.  We are open books and the people, institutions and society we grow up in,  fill in the blank pages. Wherever a baby is born, America, England, India, Ireland…well, that’s what the kid will turn into.  A child can be born in one country and raised in another and the baby will believe what ever it’s taught by the people who raise him or her, regardless of nationality or place of origin.

Beliefs are FLUID.  They CHANGE ALL THE TIME.  We need to reevaluate what we believe because we can clearly see that we would NOT believe the things we believe if we were raised somewhere else.

Debbie and I are vegetarians. She raised the kids as vegetarians from the start.  The kids think it’s wrong to eat, wear, or abuse animals in any way.  They were taught to protect and love animals, so that’s what they do.  They choose to do it, now that they are older,  because they were taught to do it from birth.  So among the carnivores, the kids remain animal lovers.  When Justin (youngest grandson) had do draw something in art class he drew a two cell cartoon.  In the first cell a rat is huddled in the corner of a lab and a man, in a white coat, holding a giant syringe, is looking at the rat.  In the second cell, their positions are reversed.  We were all very proud of him which, of course, reinforced our belief that it’s wrong to harm animals in any way.   No one told him to draw what he drew, he drew it because of the things he was taught about animal experimentation.  Everything we do and think  started with people telling us what was true and what was not, what was right and what was wrong.

When we move to new places, we learn new things.  We start to believe different things, when we live in different countries.  We change.  We can change our beliefs and the way we look at things anytime we like.  We can do that because nothing is really TRUE, we prove that all the time.  Things that are true one year are not true the next.  And yet, generation after generation we pass down ugly things without even thinking about what we’re doing.  We create our world by the things we make up and choose to believe.  We create our world by the things we teach our innocent children to believe.  It’s always up to us. Always.  Everything that’s happening everywhere is because of what people choose to believe and teach.  The things we believe often make people afraid of each other.  We pass along our fear to each generation, no matter how misguided or unfounded.   If we taught our children about love and peace…well, I can’t imagine what the world would be like.  Not really. I also don’t think we know how to teach peace, because none of us truly knows what it is.  We are way too full of the ideas of others to even think about what we want or what we believe.

Prejudice, hatred, fear are all taught.  We could have peace and an end to violence in one second, if we just thought about each other differently.  We could end violence against women, children and animals, if we just stopped doing it.  Committees and organizations can’t stop prejudice, hatred or violence and fear because they are mindsets that have been   taught to us from birth and reinforced through actions.  As long as we don’t examine our own beliefs and our behavior, as long as we don’t see that each of us is responsible for our own beliefs and behavior, nothing will ever change.  As long as society accepts and fosters prejudice, hatred, fear and violence, that’s the world we will continue to inhabit.  But just know, that we are being fed a diet of lies and negative beliefs by the media and powerful people because there is no money in peace, but there’s plenty of it in war.

I think we might try to be different, to help ourselves.  But some of the hatred goes too deep, for some people.  I don’t see how we can stop the violence or the prejudice.  I just wanted to point out why it exists.   We TEACH it.  We ALLOW it.  We celebrate the ugliness through film, our schools, institutions, lies and our legal system.  This is our fault.  No one can change it but us.


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by hitandrun1964


I was bottle fed bigotry

Prejudices were pablum

To be swallowed without question

Did my teething on intolerance

I was fed spoonful after spoonful

of mashed bananas with racism

washed down with hypocrisy

Before I lost my baby teeth

I knew that girls were less than

I was fed a steady diet of hate

and lies

and pride?

I was fed this set of beliefs as a child

My guess is You were fed some hatred too

But we are no longer being Force fed

I’ve changed my diet, have you?

~Melanie Thomason

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The Color of Peace

photo credit: qthomasbower via photopin cc

photo credit: qthomasbower via photopin cc
I gave a purple orchid to a woman
Who lived amongst the ISIS hard of heart
I told her how to wear it in her radiant dark hair
And how to turn her hate back into art
I gave to her a pallet from the rainbow
A canvass and a brush to paint her call
For if to kill another soothes your rest less soul
Then paint a master piece upon the wall
She spoke to me in anger of repression
Of injustice and the depths of bigotry
I handed her a dove on olive branches
And told her only peace would set her free
She said she heard this story long before me
In languages of which I’d never known
She said that I should look back into history
For one in burkas did not cast the stone
I gave a rainbow flag to her to wave
To replace the weapons resting in her hands
A thousand paper cranes would grant her wishes
To bring the peace upon her cherished land
She placed her loaded weapon on the ground
The orchid resting calmly in her hair
She took the brush and pallet to the wall of tolerance
And painted peace with all her soul could bear

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Only P E A C E will set us free…


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