52 Weeks of Peace (squared) / #63

“Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.” ~ Albert Einstein

Yesterday was not only Albert Einstein’s birthday, but also National Pi Day.

Yes ~ ∏.  I’ve since learned that National Pie Day is on January 23. Still, one can take artistic license now and again. And besides, it seems a great theory to celebrate both mathematical tributes (Pi and Einstein) with some yummy dessert.

You could even make a mathematical equation in this somewhere, I betcha. The ratio of blueberries to sugar sprinkles? The probability of not a single sugar sprinkle hitting one of the raspberries? The average number of vertical lines in a kiwi slice?

Or maybe not ~ but I think Dr. Einstein would have enjoyed a piece of fruit pie, with a dollop of whipped cream and a nicely sharpened pencil on the side.

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Getting Set for St. Patty

For those of you who like to honor St. Patrick, or have a love for all things Celtic, “52 Weeks of Peace” / Week 29 is for you!

Yep, it’s just about a week away ~ the day of dance and drink, and the traditional feasting of Irish bacon and cabbage, all to honor Saint Patrick, the patron saint and apostle of Ireland.

Saint Pat was actually born in Roman Britain (way back in the fifth century), but apparently was kidnapped at 16 and brought to Ireland to work as a slave. (I did not know this!)  He escaped (phew!), but returned to Ireland in later years, bringing Christianity with him, appealing to both the Roman Catholics and the Irish Protestants of the land. (No small feat in Ireland… so I’m guessing he must have been charming, as well as devout.) In the process, he also elevated the status of the shamrock, by using its three leaves to explain the Holy Trinity (Father, Son and Holy Spirit).

After nearly thirty years of evangelism, he died on 17 March 461. Patrick has endured as the principal champion of Irish Christianity.

And a little trivia (courtesy of Wikipedia):

The first St. Patrick’s Day parade was held in Dublin on March 17, 1783.

The biggest celebrations outside Dublin are in Downpatrick, County Down, where Saint Patrick is rumoured to be buried. In 2004, the week-long St. Patrick’s Festival had more than 2,000 participants among 82 floats, bands, and performers and was watched by more than 30,000 people.

The shortest St Patrick’s Day parade in the world takes place in Dripsey, Cork. The parade lasts just 100 yards and travels between the village’s two pubs. :  )

So there you have it. And as they say, “If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, then you’re lucky enough.”

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Designing For a Cause

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” ~ Leo Buscaglia

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Sometimes – well, more than people know about ~ many of us designers lend our services because we feel it’s the right thing to. Talents are shared so that they may in some way help a person or worthy cause along. We do it because we’re able. Obviously we wouldn’t be putting food on our own tables if this was our mantra for everything that crossed our desks, but it sure feels good when you can do something just for good.

Sometimes though, it takes more than a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear ~ certainly more than a helping of design – to turn a life around, as in the case of my nephew’s beautiful 7-year-old son, who needs neurological surgery for his autism.

Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles are still in the planning stages for a fund-raising event (as is this poster), but I’m so glad to be a part of it, by giving “what I’m able” to give. And I figured it might be cool to share some “behind the scenes” for this hopeful event.

Bless his little heart, and his loving, attentive parents.

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“where in the world is peace?” … from wintry pines to westminster abbey

Alright, not exactly at Westminster Abbey, but close enough! And I’m pretty sure this bag did make the trek to the abbey, along with London’s other great sites.

Then as if to remind us that March it may be, but winter isn’t over quite yet ~ a lovely snow-tipped vision of peace among earth’s leaves and branches.

Thank you both for spreading our peace message in everyday ways! Gratitude…!

(ps:  you can see all “where in the world is peace?” images compiled on our special “where in the world is peace?” page. Totes, mugs and things are available here. Send your own pictures to 52weeksofpeace@gmail.com and we’ll also post them on our FaceBook page. Let’s see where peace goes!)

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52 Weeks of Peace (squared) / #62 / Flower for Ursula

Yesterday I learned that a friend had died. She was the mother of one of my daughter’s childhood friends. Overwhelmingly sad, I went to the wake, hugged her family and spoke for a while to Ursula as she lay, peaceful now, in a casket, feeling that she heard me. I hope she did.

Ursula and I met at a kiddie music class. In a waiting room of mom’s before the first class, she and I gravitated to one another. I instantly liked her. Not just her Irish-British accent, but her strong, quiet warmth and her friendly spirit. Shortly after that we met again when our girls went to pre-school. The girls would play, we would chatter and make snacks and keep an eye out that the girls were sharing nicely and taking turns.

The girls went to different grammar schools, our lives became busier and we would see each other less, but as if clandestine meetings prearranged by the universe, we’d often bump into each other at the small grocery store nearby. When we did, it seemed that time would stop so we could have a good long chat right there in the jams and jellies aisle. And if they weren’t traveling to her husband’s home in Italy, she would come over for tea at Christmastime. She was one of the first to subscribe to my blog and told me many times how inspired she felt by my 52 Weeks of Peace.

We shared a connection that didn’t seem to need frequent visits, a fondness that was always apparent when we did. I looked forward to more teas together when our lives were less demanding.

This all may sound very ordinary, but ordinary takes on a whole new light when someone is gone. A light gone out too soon. And it makes me have to say: if someone has touched your heart, try to have that cup of tea together now, not later.

I send enormous prayers to her two beautiful teenage daughters and her loving husband. And I dedicate this flower to Ursula, because she loved peace, and because she was both delicate like a flower and a ray of genuine sunshine in my world. She touched my heart. She was lovely. Just a lovely human being.

Go peacefully Ursula, as you watch over your girls on wings from heaven.

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Mermaid Mardi Gras

While writing “The Book of Mermaids”, I learned that many mermaid celebrations, oddly enough, coincide with our human holidays. So I’m imagining there’s a bit of frolicking good fun going on beneath the ocean waves this last day of Mardi Gras. Bubble-lined parades, dancing in rock caverns, the drinking of rich, salty concoctions, and generally speaking, some swishy, swanky good times under the sea, complete with masks and costumes. (Note: It might feel a bit turbulent if you happen to be on a cruise, depending on how near you are to the festivities.) Happy Mardi Gras!

The Book of Mermaids

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“where in the world is peace?” … madagascar!

I suppose the only thing that could possibly have made this one even more exciting would have been if the movie characters had joined in!  (Not to mention a real zebra…) Thank you for this terrific image, and spreading the “52 Weeks of Peace” message farther and wider.

Peace mug overlooking city of Antananarivo, Madagascar


(ps:  you can see all “where in the world is peace?” images compiled on our special “where in the world is peace?” page. Totes, mugs and things are available here. Send your own pictures to 52weeksofpeace@gmail.com and we’ll also post them on our FaceBook page. Let’s see where peace goes!)

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