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…
A Hundred Thousand Species of Love
One of the characteristic signs that I am enjoying a given bit art is that its surface shimmers, loosens, allows me to enter and consider more deeply what I encounter there. So it is with the book I am currently reading. There are a hundred thousand different species of love, separately invented, each more ingenious…
The Peace of Place
Now and then, through grace, things line up and I am awash in what I know as The Peace of Place. When for an unpredictable duration, there is a beautiful synchronicity of action, awareness, and interior disposition that gives a glimpse of what William Wordsworth hinted at in the lines …that blessed mood, In which…
The Beauty of Soup and Story
I woke up one morning this week with a specific felt need for vitamins and protein. Okay, Coffee too…first…and then vitamins and protein. In the fridge, there was still some carrot-squash-apple-lentil soup from a recently thawed batch. Huh. Why not? It had everything going for it—already made, super tasty, spicy and sweet, and packed with…
Trips Around the Sun or For A While, for Longer, for Life
The other day, a Facebook friend used a delightful expression that I am going to borrow (Thank you!)— Today, 4:19 AM, EST, marks fifty trips around the sun for yours truly. I find that rather astounding. I remember calculating from a young age that I would turn thirty with the change of the century. Fifty,…
Consider the Lilies 