How evening it feels How evening it feels to be thick tired yet drawntoward the secrets of firefly telegramsand how it is that spidersknit star-glow in their webs. Here among the orange blossomsand the moon heavy coolnessI sigh awake the hopethat lullabies in this gloryof presence and of mystery. c.MperiodPress
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.
It began with a Turtle
I am once again able to do the Friday Five! It feels good to be doing it again– and on what better topic than friendship Many of us have friendships – past and present…so today we will celebrate Friday with friendship: 1) Do you remember your first best friend? What did you do together? Are…
Three weeks and a Day
It has been three weeks and a day since my last posting. In those three weeks and a day, I have been witness to illness, death, and the feeling of someone’s sure and certain resurrection into the glory of God. I have witnessed other illnesses as well and the debilitating effects they can have on…
Friends of God and Prophets
Friends of God and Prophets The morning sun,out beyond the irises,is writing the icon of her praiseon the wall beside my chair.This, after passing through me,borrowing contours of breath and being. Wisdom’s startling portrait,coffee included. c.MperiodPress
Easter and Dynamic Stasis
It is Easter Monday. It rained gently all night and the flowers in the raised beds are enjoying a prismatic, glorious morning stretch sun-ward thanks to the moisture. Floral resurrection. There were even a couple bees for musical accompaniment–seemed fitting. No surgery is necessary on my knee right now, thanks be to God. I am…
Glory unto Glory
I am leaving Chile with many things –only several of which have physical form. Yes, there is a volume of Neruda packed in my bag, there is a medal of San Alberto Hurtado keeping Saint Madeleine Sophie Barat company on the cord around my neck. (I love that, actually, and have no doubt whatsoever that…
Fourteen days
One´s world can be spun a startling number of times in fourteen days. Being in a historic earthquake; the consequent upheaval and uncertainty; as well as profound devastation in much of Southern Chile. Near daily aftershocks-including three (7.2, 6.9, 6.0) within a half an hour the day before yesterday that were accompanied by a tsunami…
This God
This God I know, this God who created the complexity of my being, the intricacy of a molecule, the simple beauty of a rain-spattered spider web… This God who created in six days the forces, the energies, the potentials, the being-ness, that over time have brought the world to the present moment… This God of…
From an Email
From an email I sent to Xavier in NYC, my wonderful, wonderful, parish there. Know of my profound gratitude for all of the prayers and love sent from those at Xavier. As to how I am doing… I have only reasons to praise God while my heart is breaking to see the devastation and hear…
Day following
The earthquake hit here at 3:40 in the morning on Friday, February 27th. It hit the epicenter as an 8.8, moved up north, and hit here as a 7. The south is devastated. It is bad in Valparaíso near here. All in my community are fine. Please, please, pray for the pueblo chileno.
Consider the Lilies 