Vase of Irises against a Yellow Background by V. VanGogh A blogging sister of mine who writes at All this Life and Heaven Too, posted the story of her blog’s origin and posed the question to several of us–What’s your story? I am coming up on seven years worth of entries at Consider the Lilies…and…
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.
Two weeks and an Era
14 August, 2014 6:50 AM On a corner of the dining room table in NYC. However, I feel compelled to say that this sad skeleton is not the place where I came to know the Society for three years, where I also lived for a bit more than four years… Or, on some level,…
So Begins a new Adventure…
And so begins a new adventure…with games of Scrabble and laughter and cooking in a new kitchen with someone else who also was unfamiliar with the treasures hidden within drawers and behind cupboards…Have you seen a wooden spoon? Ah…and oil…where do you suppose…? And it begins with a library card and long wanders and…
A Beautiful Reminder
I wrote this in my notebook yesterday afternoon… …having spent four (when I wrote three on Facebook, the book wasn’t done yet and I just couldn’t stop…) hours reading this morning…four uninterrupted hours immersed in the world of Delicious…four hours of sensory bliss, four hours of the best sort of fading away–loosening the hold, letting…
A Fullness of Light
I was brought to quiet tears today by an image of such beauty, such love…the image of a dear friend sitting in the light of God, letting it flow all around her, through her… I was so deeply happy for her and so moved by the tenderness of God… This prayer filled me as I…
An Aching Nearness
It is no secret that I truly enjoy being in a kitchen…the chemistry, the flavors, the creativity, the textures and colors….it is a place of the senses, of poetry and music and love and prayer. There have been several things I have wanted to master over the years. Most of the time, I am attracted…
These Last Days
Last Wednesday morning while I was reading and praying, I came to discover that it was the feast day of 17th century Mexican poet, scholar, and religious, Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz. I do not study to know more, but rather to be ignorant of less. I first posted this quotation on Facebook with…
The Architecture of Welcome
No mater where I have lived, I have found places I enjoy being…specific places…buildings, coffee shops, churches… The initial attraction might be purpose, it might be architecture, location, light, other people who use it… Usually, they are nook and cranny places, places I enjoy exploring, coming to know, and that provide a variety of perspectives…
To infinity and beyond
There are times I simply find myself standing still in a doorway, in a hallway, in a room…head tilted, mind on a wander, caught in the thought of elsewhere, another moment, a dream, an upcoming event or need, a person, a poem. When this happens, I might be listening; I might be thinking; Perhaps I…
Consider the Lilies 