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…
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.
Feast of the Sacred Heart 2013
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….
Shape shifting with flavor
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…
A trinitarian confluence
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…
Pentecost, 2013 (or, the Coming of the Muse)
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…
Two for my students…
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…
Love is my Bond
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
Spacious simplicity
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~ Mary Oliver ~ I love these lines from Mary Oliver’s poem, Sometimes. I love them for their poetic simplicity and for the extraordinary spaciousness that they suggest. Within these letters and syllables walks Moses who stood there long enough to realize that…
Home
As I thought about this post…which I have been looking forward to for some weeks now…many trite phrases came to mind. Beginning with the most youthful, there’s Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. The most foreboding, in my opinion, You can never go home again. One of the most stitched, Home, sweet home. And then the…
Easter, 2013
Easter, 2013 Let the Easter I proclaim be the simple extraordinary time and again and ultimate resurrection of hope. Hope in you, who gave everything; Hope in you, who calls me to do likewise; Hope in you, love beyond reason and measure. Let me live with this singing within and steadying me,…
Consider the Lilies 