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, 2018
Advent I, 2018 While the circumstances and specificity of sightings will vary, let the Knowing unfold its wings and dance for our senses while still damp, trembling with the wonder of grace and joy. And the Everlasting shall thrum beneath and within and around and through in proclamatory hope: Here and now with the world…
Simple, Extraordinary
My day began with extraordinary moments this morning. Moments all the more wonderful for their simplicity. Bundled into a bright red wool coat that I found at a second hand shop my first year living here, I cleaned the frost from the windshield and was driving to the farmer’s market around 7 AM. As I…
Word Made Flesh
Word Made Flesh What is my account of how and where and when and to what end I have embodied Word? We all need saving now and again. I don’t mean saving because my soul is in danger of wilting or wasting or slipping away because of boxes ticked or those left unmarked. I mean…
Face to the Sun on Thanksgiving
My morning has left me more than a bit astounded. Even before heading to the Public Gardens for a good while, I had been given the gift of light in different ways…the Light blooming early and brilliant against the blue outside; the light of warmth that spreads after the first sip of coffee; the gentle…
Recognition in Three Parts
Three separate things… I was invited recently to consider anew the Emmaus story… it is a favourite of mine anyway and has been good company these recent days. In part…”Now while he was with them at table, he took the bread and said the blessing; then he broke it and handed it to them. And…
Fall’s First Sunday
Yesterday morning, I put away dishes and finished making beds after a large group had been in to use the Spirituality Centre on Friday and Saturday. This was followed by Mass and friendly banter with the regulars who come. Next, a visit with a friend who is in rehab after a fall where she broke…
~As Defined by our Faults as by our Substance~
Limestone cliff on the east coast of Osmussar, by Axiraa ~Of all the stones of the archipelago, limestone has always been the best accomplice to metaphysics. W.H. Auden , who so loved the karst shires of the northern Pennines, adored limestone. What most moved him about it was the way it eroded. Limestone’s solubility in…
Consider the Lilies 