Creativity As A Spiritual Response

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July = Story

I wrote earlier this month that my parents were not story-tellers.  They were not.  However, they were both very encouraging of my reading anything and everything I got my hands on.  Once I could read, I eagerly read both fiction and non-fiction.  I am grateful for the freedom that I had to explore stories interesting to me.

  • My mother patiently listened to my eager questions about spelling the names of food products in the kitchen cabinets when I was just learning to read.  F-l-o-u-r, S-u-g-a-r,  etc.
  • My father taught me how to carefully open a new book, page by page, so that the spine of the book was not damaged.  I learned from his attitude that books were treasures and to treat them carefully.
  • I remember one instance while being home from school, I sat on the carpet listening to him read his favorite poetry.  I learned from his reading, the beauty of words.  
  • My father was a Pastor and wrote weekly sermons.  It is interesting that I don’t remember specific sermons, although I do remember stress on a Saturday night if he was still preparing his sermon at that time.  

These are cherished memories, and a small portion of my story.

I encourage you to use your journals to write your own cherished memories, your story.

Three Baskets Full

It is late August, and classes have begun at the local schools.  The Graduate Theological Union including Church Divinity School will begin classes just after Labor Day.  The sky is blue and the weather warm.  It does not quite have the feel of harvest time that it have during the next months, but it does have a feeling of gathering together, if not gathering in.  I am always energized during this time of year. 

I have no desire to return to school other than joining in Morning Prayer at Church Divinity School when I can, have plenty of books without adding more and live close enough to Berkeley without needing to be there.  However, I am aware of the tremendous abundance that I have received through all of my education in Studio Art, Christian Theology and Ministry, and Depth Psychology. Through God’s grace, I continue to draw strength, vision, meaning, skills, and purpose from these three tremendous bushel baskets of learning.  I am grateful.

What does this late August time mean for you?  What gifts of education have you received?  How did this education form you? How do you use it in your daily life? I invite you to pray for all students and educators as the school year begins. 

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