Let me first present some of the elements in play… A. My eyes were (and still are) dilated from a trip to the ophthalmologist B. I was traveling on roads I’d never driven to a place I’d never been C. I got bifocals for the first time and was wearing them home…D. While driving in…
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.
Advent IV, 2011
Advent IV, 2011 I am waiting, but cannot wait… because the need is great upon the Earth to proclaim in our living the bold hope of birth. c. MperiodPress
Advent III, 2011
Advent III, 2011 In this rising time of the not yet-nearly, let me love without reserve until splendid with diaphanous freedom and tasting the cinnamon zing of hope. c.MperiodPress
Advent II, 2011
Advent II, 2011 I wish to steep in the slowing, sense by sense… be converted to awe by a fullness of silence… until I crackle radiant with orchestral brightness. c. Mperiod Press
Love in a time of Advent
Yesterday, I went to lunch with someone who asked me, essentially-not exactly, what it is that keeps the world so open for me. What keeps things from closing in? This followed a conversation on Facebook in the morning with one of my rscj sisters (who blogs at Allthislifeandheaventoo) in which I was speaking of the…
Advent I, 2011
Advent I, 2011 The full silence of waiting is not without voice… the groan of a wick learning to burn into the clamorous glory of light.
Two from the Beach
Walking the Tides God? I lovebeing able to tell youhow much I enjoy our conversationswhen I walk with my sea-hair free…wavy and tangled and just a bit wild,as the heron is wild with an urge to rise on the lift of salted wind. And, I like feeling youwarm on my face,full in the heart,in the…
Thought Spots
When I think back to NYC, I can tell you immediately of my thought spots….places I found over the years where I could be relaxedly me and let my mind roam where it chose, places where my spirit broadened, deepened, stretched, loosened, to allow free passage in and out for the world in my heart….
Blooming again…
The lilies seem to be blooming again, for which I am grateful. There for a while, I had my doubts…but sometimes I think a little break is not a bad thing. Nor is hearing from someone–“Don’t let it go!” I just had to wait a while, that is all. Wait for my heart to begin…
Lágrimas/Tears
Written first in Spanish… Lágrimas Hay ríos de palabras corriendo, cayendo sobre la cosecha de vidas. Son ríos de mil frases, gritos, llantos y esperanzas. Son palabras de deseo, de borrar la neblina de violencia, de opresión, de las fuerzas contra la libertad. Palabras de escribir algo nuevo, palabras de compromiso y la promesa de…
Consider the Lilies 