I enjoy learning new things. Sometimes they are new things with a purpose and sometimes, it is simply because they are interesting. No matter the why, in the ideal, whatever it is that I learn helps me understand something larger than the skill or task at hand, helps me see or think differently, or at…
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.
Beyond the Immediate
Beyond the Immediate I took a walk this morning in the holiday-quiet streets. It was a bright-eyed quiet…crisp and inviting. So I walked…and stopped periodically, rather hoping no one was watching and wondering what I was doing. I was listening. And looking. And steeping my senses in something detectable though just beyond the immediate. I…
Help my Unbelief
I had a conversation last evening with someone about the latest school shooting…I’d had a conversation earlier in the day with someone too. In both conversations and in a comment I’d made on a friend’s Facebook page, I found myself sighing and thinking “Help, Lord, my unbelief.” My unbelief that things will change…my unbelief that…
Evensong
14 February, 2018 4:23 PM Early and alone in the Anglican cathedral, listening to the University of King’s College chapel choir practicing for Ash Wednesday Evensong. Their sound nearly leaves me aching…with longing…with beauty… I always seem to think of the solar system when I listen to them…so many pieces moving, each in an orbit…
Ash Wednesday, 2018: And by that I mean
For Ash Wednesday, 2018… And by that I mean It feels like I need space when I want to praise you and by praise you I mean be with you, close enough to you to reach out and touch the hem of beauty, glory, full humanity, humble divinity; touch the hem of the cloth that…
Winter Trees
Winter Trees I admire the winter-trees whose branches are threaded with the contrasting freedom of cloud and cold blue; the witness trees, who wind-dance, who pray, in offering and petition with plain-woven yearning. Kimberly M. King, RSCJ
Deep Joy, seven years on
I made my final vows in the Society of the Sacred Heart seven years ago today, January 30th. That truth feels at once like a blink-of-an-eye-ago and a lifetime. Perhaps both are true… On the one hand, seven years is not yet a decade and on the other, when I look at all that has…
Exploits, Expletives, and Touching the Hem of Beauty
Donald Trump and his exploits, expletives, and free-hand proclamations; sexual misconduct all over; the Doomsday clock advancing toward midnight; 11 school shootings in the US so far this year; Rampant elder abuse in Ontario; DACA, ICE, and deportations; Parents who lock up children in boxes, in basements, in shackles in the U.S. and in Canada……
Ritual Renewed
7:20 AM On the second floor of a quiet farmer’s market…Such light as there will be today has not yet revealed herself–still under the cover of night’s starbright blanketing. It is a lovely thing to be back in this space after what feels like a long time– eight weeks. I suppose that is a long while when…
48 years on…
January 5, 2018… Legend has it that I was born quacking like a duck; I’ve been told that I was an observant child who was easy to entertain, except for all of the questions; that I was independent, curious, and creative; that I read early and would make myself laugh by repeating lines that tickled…
Consider the Lilies 