She found that it helpedto stare long and far,unhurried, wide of thought,deep of heart,to ease the restlessnessof hope; instead embracingthe arrival of the moment:the breath, the wind that firstbloomed in the great everlasting, firstgathered offerings for the senses,compressing the large into the nowbefore presenting the gift. Kimberly M. King
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.
Until Quiet: A Poem
Until Quiet With you at the tip of my pen, I wroteuntil words found their branches, tucked infeathers, and nesting lightly, breathed inthe incense of lilac and pine,rose, earth, and cedar; until stillness,revealing its canopy, drew me intoall of its dimensions, offered meits hand to enter the depths of its colour-stained span of mystery; until…
Sanctuary of Heart
…For the Feast of the Sacred Heart… Sanctuary of Heart Sanctuary of place and person-neither containing,neither constraining,All embracing:A refuge of perspectiveon infinite You.A new slant of light,a peripheral hummingtoward which I bend in bright fascinationof always and everywhere You;of the tousled and wild diversitythat is You;You who named each onewho claim each one,who loves and…
Sacrament of Being
Sacrament of Being While out among,quite nearly within,the tidal chords of an ocean’s evening andthe cloud swept memory of a day,I praise the sacrament of being.Praise, which feels like an earthy assentnodded toward the horizon witharms wide-stretched and head tilted back;Sacrament, a gift of convergencewhere humanity and divinitycome together as grace;Being, wholeness, wrapped in this…
I Believe
The other day I was on a Zoom call and the subjects of Relative and Essential truth came up in the course of discussion. That got me considering how long it had been since writing something that approached a personal creed…that included my take on elements of more formal creeds and also things more personal…
Blurs and sighs and I do
I’ve been on a bit of a run this last while, writing about my experience at the midweek contemplative service at Saint Andrew’s. This entry is no different…written because the fullness I feel is more than I can hold inside. Last night I arrived wearing sunglasses. After finding the way to my chosen seat, there…
Down and Within
After the Wednesday evening contemplative service at Saint Andrew’s this week… Instead of going up to the balcony, today I went down. I started on the chair but it didn’t feel right. Too…what? Perch-y. To ‘on’ and not ‘within’ the space of the sanctuary. It was like I needed to touch down. To ground myself…
Falling fearless
In Cynthia Bourgeault’s book, Wisdom Way of Knowing, she recounts a last conversation with a dying friend. He asks her, ‘Are you fearless yet?’ and adds ‘Fall fearless in love.’ In theory, I read the rest of the chapters that I was supposed to read for a conversation on a Zoom meeting. In truth, I…
From Above and From the Journal
From the journal… Went up to the balcony as I had wanted to… The time of day was perfect, and the day itself—still full of light even at the sighing time when sun prepares to exchange the vigil with moon. First thing I noticed was the temperature shift when walking through the doors—so sudden. Where…
Home, Perspective, and Relationship with Space
I was telling someone the other day of the time when I gave in to a long held desire and stretched out in the centre aisle of Saint Francis Xavier church in NYC in order to look up at the ceiling. I waited for a judicious moment–if memory serves, it was a Saturday morning when…
Consider the Lilies 