On January 30th, 2011, the 13 RSCJ from the probation group “Vivir y Amar con Alegria Profunda” (Live and Love with Deep Joy) professed final vows. The poem below is my way of marking this year’s anniversary. Five Years’ Thanksgiving I am surrounded by journey and love; Love that is forever freeing and coming round…
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.
Snapshot of a Sigh
Preparing dinner tonight was such a simple joy. I brought in music I enjoy and chopped away to a favorite playlist that includes Carrie Newcomer, Anonymous 4’s folk aspect, and Natalie Merchant. I reveled in the warm swath of alto voices and the sometimes harmonies that inclined my ear toward a nearness of sweet noted…
Things Recalled Anew, Things not Forgotten
We had spring weather for Christmas… 10+ C. and sun, sun, sun. Two days later my mouth was frozen into an “O!” and my Facebook post confessed that “My face had forgotten what winter feels like!” The mountains of snow created by the ‘shovel-off’ from the 2ndfloor deck have begun on the first floor entryway/porch. …
Advent IV 2015
Advent IV, 2015 It is you we await, Glory Child, brightest light, in the places of hope, in the shadows of fright. Sing out Hallelujah, set the bells pealing. Come, Peace for the Earth! Come, Mercy and Healing! Be born in us; Reveal to us; Unite with us; Strengthen us. That we too may give…
Advent III 2015
Advent III, 2015 I live and I sense and I say there is, in all of This, glory here! Glory now! And it looks like love overcoming, is shaped like compassion dancing, feels like a blessing kiss. I don’t want to miss this hope of here and now that has been and shall be, world…
A Response to San Bernadino and The Daily News
I will start by saying that I have fond memories of the smell of Hoppe’s oil and melting lead. I loved sending the weight down the long barrel of my father’s or grandfather’s or uncle’s or brother’s rifle when they came back from hunting– sending the weight down and tugging the wad of cotton rag…
Advent II, 2015
Advent II, 2015 Oh glory, there is a need, such a need… to leap alive in a defiantly clamorous, bold and passionate, proclamation of birth: The birth of Love come down to breathe, sing, dance, cry out, in radiant, Hallelujah, hope. Kimberly M. King RSCJ (photo is used with permission http://www.flickr.com/photos/alicia-li/2556997888)
Landscapes far and near
I have just come from two hours of unbounded-ness. Two hours that included conversations with a coffee purveyor, a baker, a seller of brussel sprouts, and a small baby quite taken with the rose color of my corduroy shirt; that pair of hours included reading from a book called The Old Ways by Robert Macfarlane…
Advent I 2015
Advent I, 2015 This Waiting Time Now is not a passive time. Indeed, the world can not bear any more indifference. I wish to wait with a passion akin to the vigilant stars who allow the day her spectacle until the night has bloomed: Unafraid and full ablaze, visible briefly but oh,…
Early Advent, 2015
An Early Advent, 2015 It is in this here, this now, this aching, dream-strewn shimmer, that I dare to raise my spirit and summon a prayer that has passed through all that has passed through me, gathering an urgency I can not bear contain: COME! COME! in my every opportunity to soothe…
Consider the Lilies 