Take Action! Join a Class & Find Your Heart

In late November we will be sending out the dates and times for many classes to be held in Nashville and Franklin. The spring of 2016 is going to bring new and innovative experiences that are based on poetry and expressive art. Take action today by sending danielle@creativelectio your email. Let us know your desire to receive the information and registration page for the upcoming classes. Thanks, Nita

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Feb. 16- Chapters 2 & 11

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To think through ecstasy; What does it mean to be a bride married to amazement? Listen to this poem by Jane Hirschfield Read this poem: Listen to this poem by Jane Hirschfield There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled. Like, telling someone you love them. Or giving your money away, all of it. Your heart is beating, isn't it? You're not in chains, are you? There's nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly your own.

A weekend of Snarky Goodness

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THE PROPHETIC IMAGINATION In the fall of 2015 I was invited by two friends to join them at the Lutheridge Conference Center in Arden North Carolina for the Circling the Fire Conference. For four days we were taught about the prophetic imagination by poet and theologian, Walter Brueggemann. A panel discussion about the power of a narrative to change our lives Watch Brueggemann (On Lament)

A poem for August

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It is hard sometimes to drag ourselves back to the love of morning after we’ve lain in the dark crying out O God, save us from the horror. . . . God has saved the world one more day even with its leaden burden of human evil; we wake to birdsong. And if sunlight’s gossamer lifts in its net the weight of all that is solid, our hearts, too, are lifted, swung like laughing infants; but on gray mornings, all incident—our own hunger, the dear tasks of continuance, the footsteps before us in the earth’s belovéd dust, leading the way—all, is hard to love again for we resent a summons that disregards our sloth, and this calls us, calls us.