I was returning from the post office this afternoon and saw these two little scenes. The leaves and bright ticket caught me…the arrangement on the sidewalk, yes, but also the components and chance of them being together… where would that ticket take someone who picked it up? Where did it already take someone? Where will…
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.
Oh. My.
This is the unsophisticated thought that has been running through my head since picking up my Visa yesterday and realizing that I am actually leaving for Chile on Friday evening and God willing, arriving in Santiago at noon the next day. I am at once quite mellow and exceedingly wound up. I am filled with…
Stairing
From RevGals… a most thoughtful Friday Five Halfway down the stairsIs a stairWhere I sit.There isn’t anyOther stairQuite likeIt.I’m not at the bottom,I’m not at the top;So this is the stairWhereI alwaysStop. Halfway up the stairsIsn’t up,And isn’t down.it isn’t in the nursery,it isn’t in the town.And all sorts of funny thoughtsRun round my head:“It…
Upon First Seeing
For a video of the renovations being done and more info–click here.This is an excerpt from my journal after first being back in the main Church. I couldn’t find a place to sit that allowed room for the expanse of feeling moving around within me so I went to the back. And then out came…
Our Lady of Sorrows
Today is the Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows, to whom St. Madeleine Sophie Barat dedicated the Society of the Sacred Heart in a tumultuous time of our history. May the ones whose hearts have been pierced and yet found life be a source of love, understanding, compassion and consolation in a suffering world.
PJs
In a Jam with RevGals….Friday Five Time! As the weather cools off into a lovely fall, my son and daughter are rediscovering their joy in cozy footed “pajammies” Without going to TMI land, share with us your sleepwear memories and preferences…. 1. What was your favorite sleeping attire as a child? And did you call…
Release
Release Let the rain fall through me,let me be refracted by the sun until I glow;Let the soil release me,the wind rearrange me,and the moon turn my facetoward the tide of heaven over and overyet again! What I want is to riseloosely and freely;to move each stepin the certain sway of gracethat is knowing God…
Breadcrumbs
I have a list in my mind of all the expressions I could string out on the page right about now that could describe my current state of mind… Lemons? Lemonade. Door closed? Window open. Etc. But, instead, I’ll say this… Breadcrumbs. Far more accurate, and, pleasingly, far more creative an opening to the story…
Two Found Poems
Found in my old journals, that is. I have been filling my father’s worn, scarred, but still strong Filson briefcase with my journals to pack them away as I clear out of my room in anticipation of the coming adventure to Chile. I was flipping through several volumes as I placed them side by side…
Consider the Lilies 