Knots unknotting, in time

Sitting in a sunbeam while morning dries my hair,blessed wind in the mane, tumble sea hair…The both-and feeling of this sky grace:loosed, embraced, at one with and free.Wildly beautiful of heart. Kimberly M. King, rscj

Apples, Emmaus, Twenty-Two Lives

It wasn’t until I read the readings for this Sunday that I fully appreciated why I was so moved by the arrangement of the newspaper one day this past week. Naturally, the pages have been full of articles about the devastating events of last weekend…timelines and questions about procedures; photographs, obituaries, and tributes to the…

Prisms for the Light

Note: this piece is a follow up/expansion of the blog entry You Open Your Door and You Lose Your Life The stories… We are all stories… Yes, prisms for the light… I do not have a magic formula for how to help us to not be afraid. What I know through experience is that I…

You Open Your Door…And You Lose Your Life

20 April, 2020 Over the weekend, a man on a rampage was responsible for the deaths of at least 17 people—and there still might be others. He was dressed in a uniform designed to make him appear to be a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) and driving a car designed to appear…

Riding the Wave of Ritual

It seems to me that human beings are organically wired for rhythm and pattern…eyeblink, footfall, heartbeat……And, we respond to each other that way as well…the finishing of one another’s sentences among friends; the comforting recognition of the footfall of someone we love; breathing in time; reading aloud en masse—who teaches us to do these things?…

Open House: A Life in 32 Moves

I fan-emailed the author Jane Christmas yesterday. Upon reflection, I realized rather unbelievably that I’d never done that before—sent fan mail…I had not even written an author a letter. Imagine the thrill when I woke up this morning to the joy and delight that she had written back! In addition to a longer thoughtful commentary…

Good Night, Robert Burns

Good night, Robert Burns, though we’ve not formally met. I pass you all the time, aware of you, yet only on the occasional New Year’s eve do I give you true consideration. Until this evening…when I caught you looking out over our city…this evening when the sun was dialling down to a gentle horizon glow…

Obits, Art, and Isolation

From my notebook this morning… Have been reading the front section of the paper and the obituaries, and I have to say, the construction of an obit is fascinating…on the one hand, the framing of them is pretty formulaic—Born, died, will be mourned by, will be met by, description of interests and accomplishments, information about…

Each breath of now

A prayer in three haiku… Please, sit within meas the silence, the orchid,the fresh and wild air. Please, centre me down,as counterbalance and grace;touch me, remind me, that you are constant,in death, in sunrise, always,in each breath of now. Kimberly M. King, rscj

Lens, Pens, Paper, Heart

These are some wild times in this wide world… And an opportunity to consider things…to notice. I’m trying to take a walk every day and to write as well. As I collect several pieces, I’ll put them together into a post. Haiku is not a regular form for me—the limitations and discipline is helpful these…