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…
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.
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…
Sliding back the door: RIP Stuart McLean, teller of tales
From my notebook this morning… 20 February, 2017 Leaning on the counter, waiting for the coffee to gasp and gurgle into wakeful splendor. Fell asleep listening to the most wonderful obit/tribute to Stuart McLean, 20 year host of Vinyl Café, who’d worked at CBC for over forty years. They played different clips from his career. It…
A Cache of Beauty, A Journey of Light
From my notebook this morning… Wow…you’d think those who put together the Give Us this Day (nb: monthly publication of readings and reflections for the liturgical year) had been having premonitions when they put together the volume for February… Today, the call in Isaiah to ~share your bread with the hungry, shelter the oppressed and…
Voices of Good Company
There is something to be said for the effect of the company we keep—clearly. One of the things that brought me great joy as a teacher was when the right students found each other and became friends—when those who could bring out the best in each other got a hint or a taste of that…
Chrysalis of Change
The strange resonant word, ‘instar’, describes the state between two successive molts, for as it grows, a caterpillar, like a snake…splits its skin again and again, each stage an instar. It remains a caterpillar as it goes through these molts, but no longer one in the same skin. There are rituals marking such splits, graduations,…
Six Years and a Smooth Stone
I recently began a book that has quickly become a warm smooth stone in my pocket, a book I am pleased to have with me whether I have a chance to read it or not. When I do have the concentrated time to savor it, usually in the morning, I do so with a pencil…
Advent IV 2016
Advent IV, 2016 Come, fire-child, to the cracks and fractures of our humanity. Make plain the one hearthstone, the common foundation, for what burns, consumes, creates anew, Heaven; anew, Earth. Come, fire-child, comet of Love, to the galaxy of our hearts! Kimberly M. King, RSCJ
Consider the Lilies 