2nd Sunday of Advent Is. 11:1-10Rom 15:4-9Mt 3:1-12 AUGH…the readings…the poetry…the lush imagery and language… Can you hear my heart both race and sigh?? In a way it reminds me of a multi-media art event I went to a week or two ago—there was art, spoken word, and cello/piano/organ music…all happening at once— So many…
Author: Kimberly M. King
I am a Religious of the Sacred Heart (RSCJ) living in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. I am the director of Barat Spirituality Centre, www.baratspirituality.org, a writer, a juggler, a quick wit, a walker. I enjoy reading all sorts of fiction and non-fiction and regularly write both essays and poetry. Other interests and abilities include Spanish/English written translation and simultaneous interpretation, cooking, and time spent thinking and observing.
Of Many Things…
4:33 PM 11 November, 2022… Just back from a walk in the Public Gardens…a walk in the embrace of the Holy…where dragonflies landed on the pages of the book a woman next to me was reading–they looked at each other for a long moment before she laughed aloud with delight.… A walk where burnt red-orange…
Gravitas and Hope
Gravitas and Hope It is a weighty thing,humanity.And yet and still,we are light enough,we are enough light,to see the branch of another pathwayand tell the storyof also knowing how to fly.
Breakfast in the Tidal Cool
Breakfast In the Tidal Cool The sea, she wore her autumn greysof light and depth and shading;I bowed an inquiry-she acquiesced; I was welcome by her side. A brine-washed rock, my mossy perch to join at table—the gull and loon,both dipping down to break the fast of night. Kimberly M. King
A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses
A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses How wondrous are your flavours,oh Lord of balance and surprise; How wondrous to spend time within the intimacy that is cutting board and quiet;that is the scent of toasting seedsand the crack of release when they are pressed against the grain, leaving for history an echoing amenbefore being pinched up to dustthe glory…
Entirely Grateful
Because we have had our Thanksgiving meal on Sunday for the last number of years, I have spent the first part of the actual holiday in the Halifax Public Gardens, sitting on a bench around the “Decanter” fountain–I’m sure it has an actual name in addition to the name I have given it so as to…
Before the storm
On Picking Herbs before the Storm Time has a smellwhen it holds fast,spinning in place with no advance.It is the scent of concentration,when outward turns inwardand motion is slowed intoa thickness of feeling. Somewhere within thatthough, I learned from the looseattentive, herbal, allure of basil, and mint, and green’s own thyme—Incense and prayer,Incense and prayer,Let it…
But by Fascination
After St. Andrew’s…4 September, 2022 But by Fascination Not by force but by fascinationdo I unfold my blanket, do I open wide my senses,all of my senses, beneaththis wild and knotty treeand stand outstretchedfully knowing that this,this, is how she learnedto receive life into her embrace and to setit free to fly onward, freeto fly…
Consider the Lilies 