From my notebook, composed at the Halifax Farmers’ Market this morning, around 7 AM. ~You can feel all kinds of gravity wherever you are everyday in different ways. And often, through human contact, you find your best gravity.~ poet Naomi Shihab Nye While I do not yet know of its surrounding context which could hint…
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.
Tatting with Life and Language
I have written before about why I like carrying a book in my daily bag even if I know I might not get to read it. There is something about the company of a known written work that pleases me. When read in different contexts or at different moments in time, the ideas, the language,…
Grace and Unreliable Narrators
I come from a family of unreliable narrators. —Luis Alberto Urrea I read that in part of a news article caption the other day and was immediately taken by the honest truth of the statement. In some respects, we are all unreliable narrators when laying down or letting out our versions of life lived. How…
Stained with Light
~I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light…~ —Mary Oliver from her book Upstream— I have wrestled… It speaks of a vulnerable opening up and engaging rather than a protective crouching; honesty; courage and the acknowledgment of fear; a staying-put and a willingness to ache. And it calls for a “why.” …
Between Ink and the Internet
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…
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
Consider the Lilies 