A friend shared this poem with me this morning and I loved it…Maybe some of my love for it is the weather of late. There have been some heavenly days in the last little while: the finest of August offerings…deep everlasting blue in the background with crisp greens in relief, leafy shadow art upon the…
Upon my hands
It was a beautiful beginning to my day… time at the Farmer’s Market; coffee and breakfast by the sea; pen and paper and time; and the joy of an inspiring cool breeze moving through the kitchen. Can’t begin to describe the good that this sort of thing does for me… Upon my hands My cupped…
Found in Translation
These last couple of days have found me engaged with an interesting project…If ever I wondered what it would be like to see, feel, sense, the inner structure of language (and I have)—translating music lyrics of one language into singable lyrics of another is a taste of what that might be like. I found myself…
Nearer My God
Nearer my God I have been knownto pray before flying a kite—letting my words settle onto thatwhich soon will know the airborne physicsof current, of loft, and find itselfnearer my God to thee,rising, rising, risingand once again returning,having scattered the seeds of my syllablesand ridden the laughter of wind. Kimberly M. King, rscj
Stayin’ Alive
Technically, I was born into the age of disco…though admittedly I was only just trying my hand at cursive writing during its heyday. Because of the music played in my childhood home, I knew the words to songs of The Who and the Rolling Stones before I ever knew about MacArthur Park and I’m pretty…
Bone and Feeling
For the last little while, I have taken my breakfast by the sea, more often than not. I go around 6:30…thermos of coffee and simple meal–sometimes an oatcake wrapped in a cloth napkin; other times, a jar of ‘cold oats,’–one of my summertime favourites. I read, I write, I pray… I don’t need to stay…
Mutterings of a Mood
The Mood of the Sea Beside you at the new day’s rising, Isee the hologram of your surface,sometimes silver, sometimes grey.I hear the craggy momentum of history upon glacial shore;and the soft edges of a heron in morning contemplation;The crumb of my biscuit is salted by your ranting;my spirit is cleansed by your laughter’s salinity….
Feast of the Sacred Heart
Around the world today, wherever RSCJ are, we will renew our vows. Around the world… in whatever circumstance…be it precarious, flourishing, just coming to be, changing, unsure…we will renew our vows. We renew them on this feast of “spacious union,” where what is most completely human meets what is most gloriously divine… The feast of Generous Welcome. It…
For and Of this and all of These
Last night, I dreamed about being in my favourite bookstore and laughing with the fine people that work there. Today, I gave a neighbour’s dog a massage in the driveway. The ginger planted below the earth has appeared above, breaking surface through the combined power of hope, sun, science, and mystery. Also, I had a…
The Good Pen, the Nice Ink
14 May, 2021 9:23 AM On the front porch for a breath of fresh and then back inside to do my thing for a while. I loved translating Gabriel Garcia Márquez for class yesterday. I described it to someone as the experience of getting to work with 500 thread count fine cotton sheets…the drape, the…
