In the Kitchen I returned to the gallery where I heard Matisse paintings call to me in verse of texture and color and feeling as I lost myself in the harmony of contrast, yolk to grain to pan. While the nutty steam leaned in, softening the edge of feta’s concern, I said yes again 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.
Lentils and humility
I have had grand conversations with friends over these last days that wound their way round to the idea of humility and how we understood it… To get there we passed through the village of cultural understandings about “Lord I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof,” and the hills of those…
Empty Bowls, Spoons Licked Clean, or, My Birthday, 2013
It is the end of the day and my hands alternate between tikky-taps on the keyboard and wrapping around a deliciously comforting mug of hot peppermint tea. I am tired and full and newly 43 years old. Today was my birthday. I spent the day preparing for guests who were going to join us for…
Of Magic, Chocolate, and Story
I told someone not long ago that when I was a child, I seemed to know intuitively of the magic within things…rocks, rivers, leaves, books, flowers…the wonder that was there, waiting for me as a gift, if I was patient enough, still enough, thoughtful enough. In fact, I remember the feeling and deep desire that…
Advent IV, 2012
Galaxy group Stephan’s Quintet, as taken by the Hubble telescope Advent IV, 2012 It is the almost time, uncontainable, and stillness does not suffice. All trembling grace is in a stir. Birth is near and nearer and everywhere around within my free and wild hope. O mystery of light, sing to me! O life abundant,…
So many things
So many things are gathered together in my mind and heart after what happened in Newtown, CT on Friday…things that at first might seem contradictory or something like magnets put the wrong way together. Yet, there they are…teaching me, challenging me, calling to me in love and sadness and anger and humility. I believe evil…
Advent III, 2012
Field of stars photographed by Hubble Telescope Advent III In the knowing, nothing now is sameness. The iridescent ordinary occupies my wonder, ah! while spice warm mystery cradles the dancing of my awe. Oh the wind borne glory of this, the unsettling elegance of love!
Advent II, 2012
(Star forming cluster NGC-3603, taken by Hubble telescope; http://www.spacetelescope.org) Advent II, 2012 Wandering wrapped in the star tousled wind, I turn toward infinite onward hope in a moon washed silent fullness of Yes, now embracing the readiness for birth, for possible, for unshakeable becoming. C. MperiodPress
Advent I 2012
(Image from Hubble space telescope, Nov. 2008) Advent I 2012 In the already not yet waiting of birth time bright and never before, Oh let me sing praise…sing praise of what I don’t yet know but trust will be of shimmering heart, of Love, of Word, of Wonder. c. MperiodPress
Love in the time of Dinosaurs
If you see Gabriel sometime, please let him know that someone found his dinosaur. Or, if you should see a dinosaur and he seems a little lost and confused, his name might be Gabriel. Try calling his name and see how he responds. Finding this tag in a wet parking lot reminded me all over…
Consider the Lilies 