From William Joyce’s The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore There are large photo pools on various sites that follow the theme What’s in your bag? Owners dump and arrange the contents of their daily bag, photograph it, tag it, and post it to the curious enjoyment of thousands. What I find myself wondering…
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.
Eating an Orange at Day’s End
Every aspect of the orange I just tenderly consumed was an ideal, a citric aspiration to greatness. Tissue thin membranes separating the sections; a sweetness rivaled by the heady lilacs growing in the Arboretum at UW-Madison where I would ride my bike simply for the joy of inhaling; tight skin hugging the jeweled interior; and…
Poetic Meals
Still life, Checked Tablecloth, Henri Matisse My day began with a scant but roomy three line poem for breakfast… Eating a Morning Poem French bread toast with a smear of lemon curd, a mandarin, and a cup of tea. It was simple, clean, fresh, pleasing, bright…all I could ideally ask of a breakfast… I…
The Lenten Journey
Atacama desert, Chile I don’t often think “Road Trip” when I think of Lent, but this year as these 40 days get underway, I am tingling with an urge to simply GO. Not that I have a destination or even a particularly conscious reason, but there is a part of me just ready to shoulder…
Mark me, o God
Ash Wednesday, 2013 Mark me as one inclined toward life, toward love and its deeper knowing. Mark me as one inclined toward love, toward the company of compassion. Mark me as one inclined toward compassion, toward the yes that flames boldly. Mark me as one inclined toward yes, toward the difficult…
What DO you write in there?
Four times last week alone I had people ask me–What do you write in that notebook? The question should not surprise me…many have asked me that over the years (decades) that I have carried at least one notebook and a number of pens in whatever bag I have slung across my body or in the pockets of whatever…
On an Anniversary
30 January, 2013 On this anniversary day I find myself considering anew the reflection I wrote last year about the importance of my ring and cross… It is still a valid reflection, and yet as time passes and as things go, there are new feelings and nuances I notice… The covenant they represent has become…
The poetry of place
Picasso’s And so I take my final sips amidst the papers, pen, and books strewn about my thinking space, amidst the groupings of fours and sixes laughing within the steamed windows of this warm spiced haven where the company one keeps matters, where the feelings that arise are born of the deeper joys, the lasting…
The Sanctuary of the Kitchen
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…
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…
Consider the Lilies 