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…

In These Times

I messaged a friend last night, asking how she was doing. Seeing that it was me, she answered with the honest assessment of, “Well, &hit’s getting real…” Pretty much sums it up, I’d say. After a good bout of texting, I FaceTimed with her. We covered what was happening where she was regarding Covid-19 and…

Glimpses

There is a lingering gentle curl of vinegar in the air as I write this… It remains from a satisfying supper of brussels sprouts, mushrooms, and shallots sautéed together in a cast iron pan. With a film of olive oil over the bottom of a hot pan, I put the ingredients in and did nothing…

A Being unto Itself

February sometimes feels like a being unto itself. A variously grey and beautiful, amorphous, month that calls for patience and hope. And other things besides… February Toolbox A soup pot and a sturdy spoon; red pepper flakes; a daily walk. Only playing go-seek; A blanket of wooly heft, a flask of tea; a pom-pom upon…

An Appreciative Sigh: Peace of Place II

I share this now from the warmth of a coffee shop where I just had the woman who made my flat white ask—“Do you live near here or over on X street? I saw a woman taking out her garbage at the building next to mine and she looked just like you! I thought that…