13 October, 2016 11:50 AM Basilica de San Francisco de Asís I would love the chance to be alone here. The ceiling and the walls are astounding. It is like being inside his story. All of the shapes, the art, the life! in story… Like a gold-edged family album from centuries ago. The Colors…the Blue!…
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.
Walk with me
Yesterday was one of those days I’d mark with a star. A day when things came together and took on the shape of simple grace. It began around 4:45 AM when I found myself entirely awake and serendipitously in a Skype call with a friend in California. Her day before was ending and my next…
A Glimpse of Sunday
A photo I wrote while out on a wander this morning. It was so beautiful… 11:10 AM Inside the church. Only twenty minutes have passed since entering Antica. Seems like longer ago than that, but then again, I was famished and wolfed the pan dulce and cappuccino. Perhaps after lunch I will walk across our…
Deeper Beauty
I posted in Facebook recently that I went to the Public Gardens one evening in search of…something. I didn’t know what the something was and yet it seemed as though I might find it in the Gardens. I was restless and achy of spirit. I needed to Go Out, whatever it was I’d find. It…
A Light no Darkness can Overcome
I spent six weeks away this summer. Five of those weeks I was working at our General Chapter, translating/interpreting. While I did that, life went on… The life of the Chapter, the life of the Province, the life of the world. When I came home, it was clear that a sister who had been…
The prayer of This Translator/Interpreter
Let my words offer shape and form to the essential. A way to draw near to the enticingly curious sensation of meaning and understanding. May light rest within my words as air is within the balloon, as a prism is home within droplet or tear, as honey lies waiting in the bee hive. Kimberly M….
Amazing Grace in Troubling Times
From my notebook here in Nemi, Italy, where I am translating/interpreting at our General Chapter for five weeks… 16 July, 2016 7:50 AM. On the bench. Or, on A bench. It’s actually one to the left of the bench I have been in for the last couple of days because I wanted a view that…
Better Weather
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…
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…
Consider the Lilies 