Of late, I have spent some considerable time thinking about and engaged in preparations for various things: helping other faculty and staff prepare for the end of the school year craziness; creating a morning prayer for our provincial assembly this summer; getting the library ready for its summer rest–checking in and shelving all returned materials,…
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.
Birthmarks
Ink Stains The thanksgivings of humming-new images or ideasthat linger with mewhile they test their wings,still damp with the blue love of birth. c. MperiodPress I wrote this after noticing my hands yesterday as I penned several pages in my journal. I looked down and saw the filled in fingerprints of thumb and index finger and…
Filling up and Spilling Over…
It began as an issue of volume when second graders were reading aloud in the global studies class I co-teach. It became a remarkable conversation on the power of an individual voice and using that power well. I have been without my regular speaking voice for about two weeks now…what I do have is at…
A Different View
At the invitation of Silvana, here is a different look at Quiet Mind–this one using Wordle. It’s a visual representation of word frequency in a block of text—the larger the font, the more frequent the use. It is certainly an interesting and clear way to see themes…God, mind, quiet, thoughts, images, glorious (twice!)… but I…
Quiet Mind
Think glorious thoughts of God and serve God with a quiet mind. Janet Erskine Stuart, Superior General of the Society of the Sacred Heart, 1911-1914. I love this quotation. In fact, it occurs to me as I write this that perhaps I have written of it before. No matter…it calls to me anew, as a…
Holy Thursday, 2012
stjudenovenablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-thursday.html Holy Thursday Forget nothingof this night’s mealexcept doing the dishes. That can wait. Rememberingthe difficult honor of love…this cannot. c. MperiodPress
A long days’ evening sigh
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…
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…
