The other day, I read an opinion piece in The Chronicle Herald, Halifax’s local paper. It was at once brash, harsh, and held elements of truth taken to an extreme. (Click here to read) Elements of truth or at least shards of a mirror. On that same day between the front section of the local…
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.
In your Sanctuaries
O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you;my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory.Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.So I will bless you…
Stardust and Song
I went to hear the University of King’s College Chapel Choir late this afternoon in the Anglican cathedral down the street and over a half block. I have been to several of their concerts this season—each one absolutely exquisite. Listening to them sing stirs me…draws me down and sets me loose at the same time……
Eggsestential Poetry
A Course in Omelettics With a sliced chord of onion, purple and white, removed in one movement from an uprooted underground well layered minaret; With translucent pages knifed cleanly away from the contoured spine of red-pepper quires that meet in bright binding; With albumen and yoke binding all to all in simple, in graceful, communion,…
Grace and a thought for Saint Madeleine Sophie
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…
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…
Consider the Lilies 