From where I am sitting, I can see windows lit in the parish church, an outline of branches stretching up to juggle the stars, candle shadows dancing on a white painted cinder block wall and crumbs from cinnamon graham crackers sprinkled across the scrap of paper towel under my glass of milk. I can hear…
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.
Myth, Magic, and Mandarin Blue
John William Waterhouse Pandora I had a grand week with my students this week…I got hardly any shelving done–or at least none that left a visible impact on the auto-replenishing return shelves…but what conversations! This quarter, the global studies class I help with is in Egypt. Recently. we’d spent a while speaking about the Nile…
Amazingly Alive, Generously Present
This is the Oscar winning Animated Short from this year…it came to me yesterday, at The Perfect Moment, as sometimes happens with things, via a tag from a friend on Facebook. It was a reminder I needed to hear and see about the goodness of dreaming, wandering, freeing, sharing…about the creative power of words, flying,…
Two Poems on the Journey
c. ArtemKreo Ash Wednesday Let this cross be my call to learn from the sun how to live to give everything and still let go one more time to bloom full, to bow, and offer the wind my soft petaled spirit. c. MperiodPress Generosity Oh, you amaze me— what you show and teach me…
A Bag of Tricks and Good Company
After learning about light refraction by bouncing sunshine off of shiny plastic library book covers and chasing one another’s squares on the elevated ceilings, I told first graders that they could add that to their bag of tricks. Several looked at me as though I’d gone a bit daft and one patiently said “We don’t…
Off the top of my head
As I sat and sipped with Pablo Neruda the other day, letting my mind and heart go wander the fields they fancy while dancing with his verse, a surprising visitor came knocking upon my spirit…an unbidden yet interesting interlocutor that I never would have thought to bring into the conversation…. Emily Dickinson. Unable to completely…
Possibilities
The writing hand Perhaps a bit of this comes from recently celebrating the New Year by standing under the heavens with a scope in hand, marveling at the spectacle of celestial expansiveness. Some might come from recently celebrating a birthday and spending time reflecting on how it is (and thanks to whom) that I have…
The Very Heart
Though I am technically on break, I still wake up at about the same time every morning. Sometimes these days I blissfully chuckle, roll, and burrow deeper into my warm and ever so comforting pile of blankets…and other mornings, as happened today, I rise, pad into the little kitchen area, make a mug of hot…
Christmas, 2011
The sun is setting outside my window; I have one light on in my room; I am warm and sleepy and wrapped in quiet, filling, thanksgiving. This year has brought with it a whole new understanding of the Incarnation of love…Love that was bold enough to make itself known in the nearness of humanity…Love that…
Consider the Lilies 