Advent IV of the annual Advent series is a bit different this year. I had someone write to me from New York City this morning and say— I’m sure you probably know this, but Xavier is using one of your poems in this year’s Lessons and Carols! I had no idea… The Church of Saint…
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.
Advent I, 2020
For the last fifteen years or so, I have written an Advent series—one per week. It’s been interesting to see how I have had to sift and search through metaphor and image in a different way this year…trying to find something that would honour the season and the year alike. The standard go-tos just weren’t…
A Connective and Penetrating Why
I was part of a Zoom book discussion last night where we were invited to share stories of our experience around race. I had so many things enter in to my consciousness…Stories of being in situations where racism was being wielded and what my reactions were, situations where difference was highlighted as a way to…
Election Day, 2020
Election Day, 2020 Choosing the Shape of a Soul Someone asked me this morning—They asked,What are you praying?Didn’t take a minute,didn’t take a breath,I said The vote will bewhat it is—be thatmanipulated, honoured,legal, challenged…Ihave done my part and no, hear me, no, I am not indifferent to the result. Whatever it looks like, pleaseKeep the…
To Know When my Life has been Saved
There must be always remaining in every person’s life some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful…The commonplace is shot through with glory; old burdens suddenly become lighter; deep and ancient wounds lose much of their old, old, hurting…Despite all of the hardness of life, despite…
As Delightful as Unsurprising
This morning I walked through the Gardens on my way to accomplishing items on my to-do list. Along the way I met a birder. Of course I met a birder. It is as delightful as it is unsurprising to me that I met a birder on my way to box-ticking. I met her beneath the…
The Marvel of Malus domestica
A delight of mine for the last while is a return to the local farmers market that had been my 7 AM go-to every Saturday. Like everything else, the experience is now different—no lingering, little in the way of coffee, fewer vendors, etc. However, a meander through continues to be a source of culinary inspiration…
Doug, Mary, and Julian: A Pass, a Present, a Future
I have been on the phone with several people lately where the bottom line is that no one expected the world to be as it currently is and so one does one’s best, working with what is and practicing the creation of a “loose plan.” If this, then that… If not this, then an alternate…
Consider the Lilies 