I have been into Broadway show tunes for the last while. I have a great mix of songs on a playlist– from chestnuts to new favorites. I appreciate the lyricism more now than ever before…it is FULL music that plays to my love of story and the senses. Several songs from the soundtrack to Tony-sweeping…
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.
Pentecost 2016
(image by Jessamyn Rubio) Pentecost 2016 Fill me, Jesus, Spirit and Word; Open me, Traveller, breath and possibility; Sustain me, Love, promise and sending. Lift me ground me move in me out from me widening widening until all is All is of Light of Grace of Yes. Kimberly M. King, RSCJ Posted…
Particular Bread
For Ratinaud’s on Gottigen Street Particular Bread The crust, the crumb, the salt on my lip, the yeast, the chew, the deliciously particular sensory complexity of a bite tasting like the earthy pinching, pungency of the charcuterie that called to me; (I love a bread that bears specificity well; Bread that becomes in the afternoon’s…
Blue Sky Wanders
The Blue Sky Wanders I was afflicted today with a distracting, uplifting, case of the ‘blue sky wanders.’ When gravity says I won’t hold you bound; When the road is open and the map is vague. The type of day that brings to its company a certain sort of memory: The color…
Psalm Vision in the Rain
I loved looking out from the rocking chair this morning and seeing one bird proclaiming life in the midst of slappy wind-driven raindrops. And I liked that I saw this bird while I was reading the psalm for today… Be my rock of refuge,a stronghold to give me safety.You are my rock and my fortress;for…
What happens when…
Someone asked me recently what happens inside of me when I work on written translations. I share here my response. Murmurations on the Page When I read through the original for the first time, it begins. A glorious murmuration of language alive, alive with flight and pitch, tone, resonance, and meaning. If I let go…
Easter Grace, 2016
Easter Grace, 2016 I know what rises from an acorn or bulb: Beauty and a strength that parts the earth in a need to reveal itself, to offer itself, in the midst of the chaos, violence, and political uncertainty of our world; Beauty and strength that trumpets Glory! and Alleluia! because it must. What then,…
Holy Thursday, 2016
Holy Thursday Only in the first whispered imaginings has the world as a whole been at peace: When the Word came forth and the great lights parted into day and night and it was Good. With humanity came the chaos of ego and pride; power and fear; and the grace of knowing, feeling, bone-deep and…
Mid-Lent
Mid-Lent 2016 Gossamer filaments of experience weave a shimmer of quiet within me, a life-lived knowing of seeming contradictions and grace. Is this peace, I wonder… the settling of my soulinto its shape, into its beauty,I wonder… As to whether it will last or what it will meanto the grand eternal scheme, I can but give thanks…
Lenten Promise
I find myself looking at Lent his year in terms of an awareness of promise along the journey. The sort of promise I am thinking of is the assurance of various realities… realities that can console, challenge, call forth, remind, etc. There is the promise of awe and wonder– The delight God takes in…
Consider the Lilies 