Found in Translation

These last couple of days have found me engaged with an interesting project…If ever I wondered what it would be like to see, feel, sense, the inner structure of language (and I have)—translating music lyrics of one language into singable lyrics of another is a taste of what that might be like. I found myself…

Nearer My God

Nearer my God I have been knownto pray before flying a kite—letting my words settle onto thatwhich soon will know the airborne physicsof current, of loft, and find itselfnearer my God to thee,rising, rising, risingand once again returning,having scattered the seeds of my syllablesand ridden the laughter of wind. Kimberly M. King, rscj

Stayin’ Alive

Technically, I was born into the age of disco…though admittedly I was only just trying my hand at cursive writing during its heyday. Because of the music played in my childhood home, I knew the words to songs of The Who and the Rolling Stones before I ever knew about MacArthur Park and I’m pretty…

Bone and Feeling

For the last little while, I have taken my breakfast by the sea, more often than not. I go around 6:30…thermos of coffee and simple meal–sometimes an oatcake wrapped in a cloth napkin; other times, a jar of ‘cold oats,’–one of my summertime favourites. I read, I write, I pray… I don’t need to stay…

Mutterings of a Mood

The Mood of the Sea Beside you at the new day’s rising, Isee the hologram of your surface,sometimes silver, sometimes grey.I hear the craggy momentum of history upon glacial shore;and the soft edges of a heron in morning contemplation;The crumb of my biscuit is salted by your ranting;my spirit is cleansed by your laughter’s salinity….

Feast of the Sacred Heart

Around the world today, wherever RSCJ are, we will renew our vows.  Around the world… in whatever circumstance…be it precarious, flourishing, just coming to be, changing, unsure…we will renew our vows.  We renew them on this feast of “spacious union,” where what is most completely human meets what is most gloriously divine… The feast of Generous Welcome.  It…

For and Of this and all of These

Last night, I dreamed about being in my favourite bookstore and laughing with the fine people that work there. Today, I gave a neighbour’s dog a massage in the driveway.  The ginger planted below the earth has appeared above, breaking surface through the combined power of hope, sun, science, and mystery.  Also, I had a…

The Good Pen, the Nice Ink

14 May, 2021  9:23 AM On the front porch for a breath of fresh and then back inside to do my thing for a while.  I loved translating Gabriel Garcia Márquez for class yesterday.  I described it to someone as the experience of getting to work with 500 thread count fine cotton sheets…the drape, the…

Into the Life of Things

From the journal… 8:07 AM On a bench in the Public Gardens, having a late breakfast of an oatcake and coffee.  Both are welcome, and so too the sun.  I love how the morning dew tips each blade of grass with a single prismatic orb…and how it feels like everything, every.thing, has turned its being…

In the Wake of Beauty

I would like to always be drawn in by beauty. To have her hum off to the side, just loud enough for me to turn my head and notice her wake of textures and colours, angles, shadows, reflections. Her fullness is beyond what can be contained and I intuit that she delights in maintaining a…