I regularly hear people preach about how We only turn to God when there is tragedy or we are in need of something… I don’t know how true that really is. I wonder if it isn’t a matter of vocabulary…helping people expand their ideas about God language and those moments that can be acknowledged…
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.
Improv for Dinner
Improv for Dinner by Kimberly M. King, RSCJ I am fairly confident that my tastebuds just heard jazz delivered by a salad strewn with voices in a creative tension of flavor, texture, and color: Strings of zucchini, curled and coiled next to the jigsaw that once was chicken and the netsuke sphere of purple cabbage, tucked…
On the Map
~I wondered about McRory-Smith’s journey north. What questions had he asked of those he had met on his way? What ghosts had he been in flight from, or in search of, that had brought him to this land? What had decided him that he should settle here? Perhaps it was only that there was nowhere…
If, Then, Maybe, Maybe Not
From SOULSpot I saw this posted the other day and at first, I knew that I’d modify the first paragraph–Actions are terrible, not people…and maybe I’d even say that “I know that there is evil out there…” And then I moved on to paragraph two and it made me chuckle. I saw it AFTER…
Oratory
I went to Church this afternoon. For five hours. I went to Church as I folded sheets and brochures; went to church as I read the news notices coming into my phone about the latest political messes around the world. I went to Church with a friend who was 3,738 miles away. As I caught…
The stone in my pocket
Why there is a stone in my pocket The weighty round reminder of gravity’s constancy, centering me down, placing me, in time and geography is rather oddly a tethering that frees me. I am, it says. And you are and so too are We. So go. Do. Make your discoveries in this world. I will…
Night Music
7:11 PM. In the back of Saint Mary’s cathedral, listening to an organ recital by Robert Summerby-Murray, the president of Saint Mary’s University. GLORY BE, is it H O T in here. The music is spectacular, though. Not quite the cosmos effect of listening to the University of King’s College Chapel choir at All Saints…somehow, there isn’t the same sense of…
A meal made of Enough
When I found your words, I devoured them. Your words were my joy, the happiness of my heart. If you come back and I take you back, in my presence you shall stand; If you utter what is precious and not what is worthless, you shall be my mouth. -Jeremiah 15: 16, 19—from lectionary readings…
The Memory Garden
It’s a kohlrabi. I’ll get to that part in a bit. I have been remembering gardens lately. Gardens of my young childhood, because I don’t remember them appearing after fifth or sixth grade. Garbanzo beans, green beans, wax beans, shelly beans, potatoes, zucchini, tomatoes, corn, carrots, butternut squash, cucumbers, sugar pumpkins, big and knobby jack-o-lantern pumpkins… And always,…
Constant to a Purpose
From 18 June, 2018 2:20 P.M. There was one loon out for a low-tide bob in the rain—or so I thought. That one loon was actually waiting for the others to arrive before going on a swim ‘round and having a go at afternoon fishing. It’s either two males and a female or two adults and a…
Consider the Lilies 