Of late I have been reading Paul Elie’s book, The Life You Save may be Your Own: An American Pilgrimage. Hmm…reading it…no, that is not entirely accurate. Savoring it. Sipping it slowly. Feeling it bloom within me, warming me, teasing my senses with hints of something familiar and yet a distinct combination of flavors all…

I recently began reading a book about maps and the influence of cartography on society throughout history. It sounds weighty, but honestly, it is a fascinating and humorously engaging read. One of the things it has made me think about is the fact that far from the fixed and firm directional tools many maps are…

Oh Mary (a continuation of a series…) Oh Mary could you come and cool my eyes… could you calm my mind with your ripple water lullaby… could you settle my spirit with a story of would you believe… could you show my soul how to swing with an if you please… Oh Mary could you…

http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/spices Even though I have read the readings that will be proclaimed at today’s liturgy, I confess that my thoughts wander from them when I think about the Sacred Heart this year. Time and again, my mind, my senses, return to a path that is scented and stimulating, piquant and curious, colorful, subtle, and mysterious….

The other day I was waxing on about a flavor combination that was new to me…jicama, a mildly sweet tuber that is crunchy and wet, potato-meets-an-apple textured, served with a squeeze of lime juice, and a sprinkle of paprika. A friend asked, What does the paprika do for it? Before responding, my mind replayed the…

I remember learning the meaning of the word confluence as a young child…my summer vacations growing up meant visting both sets of grandparents and some great grand parents in far eastern Ohio, close to the Ohio river. This was the land of KDKA on the radio, Mail Pouch tobacco signs painted on the sides of…

Acts Frontispiece from the St. John’s Bible They were all filled with the Holy Spirit / and spoke of the marvels of God. (Communion antiphon for Liturgy of Pentecost. Acts 2:4,11) When I was a child, I used to love being intentional about my reading or writing experience. If I was reading a mystery, perhaps…

For the Second Class who asked me what it would taste like…A Poem-flavored PopsicleIt tastes a bitlike pomegranate and cloud-lightthat soaks up a sunset.There’s a hint of mint as wellas the fresh green of springand the twittering tickleof a birdhiding in the sapsticky syllablesmelting into my smile.Kimberly M. King, rscj For the Third Class, studying Poetry I…

Beginning and end, I am the thread of the story and poetry’s unseen leap or sigh. I am release and I am freedom; I am wonder and I am Home; Come to me and rest without worry For Love is my bond. c. MperiodPress