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…
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.
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…
of God, Polenta, and the Shopping Mall
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…
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.
Consider the Lilies 