I went to a funeral this year on the feast of Saint Madeleine Sophie Barat. It was a funeral that was important to have someone from the community attend…two others were away and the third was occupied at the school next door. We had decided to celebrate the Feast tonight instead. There was dinner with…
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.
Your Voice
This brings me back to thoughts of the voice of God…remembrance of when the choir director told me that notes are made up of harmonic waves. What if the note of the voice of God is also made up of these waves? Those waves being bits of the wind, bits of laughter, wailing, loving, soothing,…
Simply A Good Weekend
In my imagination, I could see myself picking up words, looking through them at what lay beyond; draping them like shawls; offering them on raised hands—lifting them up; scooping them from puddles and pools, allowing them to wash over me and make me laugh and smile; drinking them from waterfalls, filling up with the life…
With Pen and Fork and Fog
From my notebook… I love hanging out with you in the kitchen…I love celebrating the diversity of textures and flavors, taking them in, arranging them, marveling at the science and delighting in the sensory experience. I love eating poetry that I created…I love the freedom that comes with the time to concentrate and the space…
Divine Gravity
In one way, this began yesterday with a walk in the rain and an RSCJ sister (who blogs here) who wrote in praise of ordinary happiness. In another way, it begins when I listen to the news every day, so little of it good, so much of it a picture of potential or actual devastation…
Easter Grace, 2017
Easter Grace 2017 You ask each of us to hold with our lives a portion of this Holy Chaos— a portion of what it means to be human, made in your image and likeness, and yet, and still, and completely, free. So it is that we make our way and we find our lives holding…
Radical Style, Holy Chaos
From my notebook… 11 April, 2017 6:45 AM…Cat on the window sill, coffee in the mug. With the window open about an inch, fresh air eases the closed in feeling of a winter whose time has past. It’s nice. This, from the reflection in Give Us this Day, before reading the front sections of the…
Steady me, Steel me
Steady Me Steady me, steel me, soften me, gradually to take in the Truth that Love has found me. Found me foolish, found me free, found me in wonder, found me. Found me, is bound to me, blooming, astounding, loosing and grounding, enticing, revealing, opening, healing. Moving the rock, rolling the cloth, calling my name,…
World Poetry Day, 2017
World Poetry Day, 2017 If I was a poem-me, I’d be a circus juggler meets Sor Juana with a niggle of Neruda and a waltz of Walt. The swing of Hughes’ blues and the scat-patter of Fitzgerald would herald speaking of light like May Sarton who for pages places flowers in vases and I’d illuminate…
Love in a Time of Lent
The other day someone recited a passage from Isaiah 43 to close a conversation we’d had. Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you…
Consider the Lilies 