I have had a day of actual Spring Cleaning. For the last two days, the City has been flush with a blooming, singing, tantara of glory at the coming of the newest season. I have taken the chance, being on break, to make use of the energy such life brings and begin to go through…
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.
Early Morning Phone Call
Divining over their maps and charts yesterday, the climatic prestidigitators predicted a storm. Hope invited me to entertain a day of freedom; pragmatism called me to business as usual. So it was that I arose at the quotidian 4:45 this morning…bleary eyed, but already in composition mode, or so I discovered when clear enough to…
What homage
Found in a poem in a book in a stack in a corner in my room: “What homage will be paid to a beauty built to last/from inside out, executing the blueprints of resistance and mercy/drawn up in childhood, in that little girl, round-faced with/clenched fists, already acquainted with mourning/in the creased snapshot you gave…
Day’s End
I am here typing and can still taste the lingering tingle of cinnamon on the back of my tongue from lapping up the bit that spilled into my hand when I dosed and prepped the dark roasted coffee in the hopper of the machine that brews my caffeinated morning elixir of goodness and glory. In…
Credo
I believe in the pureness of grapefruit’s clean burst and the drip of a just ripe plum. I believe in the churn of ocean tides, the aerodynamism of a pelican flock, and the flaunting shimmy of a peacock’s tail. I believe in the goodness of watching dawn’s coming in the company of coffee and silence,…
My Day’s End
There was a real joker around this evening. Actually, there were four of them…on the living room floor. I just spent the last two hours playing cards with a twenty month old baby. Her grandmother, who died just about two weeks ago, was a good friend of someone in the house. Mother, father, and baby…
Domus Mea Domus Orationis
About two months ago I had an opportunity to indulge a desire I had to lie flat on my back in the middle of the aisle at church and look at the ceiling. (click on December 6th ) Today, I was given the chance for yet another perspective. This time from the balcony. For a…
On Watching an Amaryllis Bloom
On Watching an Amaryllis BloomA wild patience has taken me this far… Adrienne Rich A patience expectant,unconfining, that is learning by fingering shapes imaginedan artful piecingof what has beensince the beginning, and thought that is now,and wonder at what could be;while, oh glory,intently, purposefully, ruminating on the real: the progressivetrumpeting of blooming amaryllis jazzthat deepens…
Simply Gift
I awoke at 12:30 pm yesterday. My afternoon held several pages in Julia Child’s biography, one or two podcasts from the BBC on the anniversary of Cuba’s revolution, and several multi-hour naps. I was feeling less than fully myself, let me say. Coughing, mildly dizzy, definitely not up to complete par. Today when I awoke…
Five Favorites
The streets are alive with the sound of Friiiidayyyy…dee-deeeedle-deeeeee… From pals at RevGals…it’s the Friday Five! Five of My Favorite Things 1.The morning’s first sip of glorious, life-reviving, perfectly-dosed-with-milk, coffee. 2.The feeling of having a poem that I’m writing come together. 3.Being wrapped in the hug of a friend. 4.Sitting in my parish and being…
Consider the Lilies 