Road Trip to Hope

Prism for the Light I want to run with the stars as they singtheir canopy of whispers over those keeping watchand those who fear sleeping and thosewho laugh with love, with age;those who do time in the night,claimed by unseen gravities. And I want to take breath enoughto keep on until I meet sunrise in…

Because I am still Alive: Pentecost 2020

I can look back over thirteen years and 500+ blog entries and find common themes, images, and phrasings. Events mentioned cover the most mundane of casual observations to global tragedies. These last days of riot and protest in the United States, the systemic racism of so many structures, the blatant racism infecting many police forces,…

Gilded in Light from the Inside

…It is the Feast Day of Saint Madeleine Sophie Barat… this was the caption for the view I beheld this morning while also reading the newspaper and tapping into various feeds to see what was going on in the world. The air was a translucent gold—that is the only way I can say it…sunlight blooming…

Is light, is light, is light

From the notebook… 18 May, 2020 8:00 AM. Having a breakfast picnic in the Public Gardens. It is unbelievably beautiful here right now—very few people, a low-grade misty haze, sun that is making a tie-dye patten bloom in the clouds, and. cohort of crows that are either glad for the company or wish me to…

For the Sake of–A Podcast

For the Sake Of is a podcast of the Society of the Sacred Heart, United States-Canada Province. It’s about Faith, Life, and What it All Means. And I happen to be the host! I have embedded the latest episode here in the blog—it was recorded on April 9th as the first of two special episodes…

From the Notebook: Evolution and Awareness

From my notebook… 13 May, 2020, 6:31 A.M. I can’t help but think that this quarantine/physical distancing is (or at least ‘feels like it is’ changing our wiring as a collective humanity—and I am aware of it. That might be one of the strangest aspects of this whole thing. How often in history has humanity,…

Finding Missing Nouns

I saw a meme this morning that said… “I miss people, places, and things…Nouns. Basically, I miss nouns.” I read that and instantly, I could feel soft tears pooling in the corners of my laugh… The both-and of truth delivered straight-up; the mix of gratitude for the circumstances under which I am living this period…

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…