I made my final vows in the Society of the Sacred Heart seven years ago today, January 30th. That truth feels at once like a blink-of-an-eye-ago and a lifetime. Perhaps both are true… On the one hand, seven years is not yet a decade and on the other, when I look at all that has…
Exploits, Expletives, and Touching the Hem of Beauty
Donald Trump and his exploits, expletives, and free-hand proclamations; sexual misconduct all over; the Doomsday clock advancing toward midnight; 11 school shootings in the US so far this year; Rampant elder abuse in Ontario; DACA, ICE, and deportations; Parents who lock up children in boxes, in basements, in shackles in the U.S. and in Canada……
Ritual Renewed
7:20 AM On the second floor of a quiet farmer’s market…Such light as there will be today has not yet revealed herself–still under the cover of night’s starbright blanketing. It is a lovely thing to be back in this space after what feels like a long time– eight weeks. I suppose that is a long while when…
48 years on…
January 5, 2018… Legend has it that I was born quacking like a duck; I’ve been told that I was an observant child who was easy to entertain, except for all of the questions; that I was independent, curious, and creative; that I read early and would make myself laugh by repeating lines that tickled…
Advent IV, 2017
Advent IV, 2017 It is the quiet of awe and knowing that fills me now. Sunrise comes and then the galaxy dances. In between, we live in You, deciding how to use all of that light. -Kimberly M. King, RSCJ- Adviento IV, 2017 Es el silencio del asombro y de la consciencia que me…
The Drummer
Someone asked me this morning if I ever wrote for children… Over the years, yes, absolutely. I used to write curricular poetry for students about everything from Newton’s laws of motion to punctuation marks and many things in between. Then there’s the little tiny woman who lives in my pocket…though, granted, I’ve never actually written…
Advent III, 2017
Advent III, 2017 You are born in the thousand sighs of an uncertain world; Born in between hope and tomorrow when good and ill are equally possible; born to wail, to proclaim, to live, to live, to live in love, through me, through us all… on this one journey that we are called to make….
Cosmic Bookshelves
Free-use image taken by the Hubble Telescope I am not known as someone with a good sense of direction… I thought of that last night when I realized how easy it would be for me to lose myself in staring into the heavens…staring into the stories told by the constellations. I had gone to the…
Advent II, 2017
Advent II, 2017 I love it both when you announce yourself on the daybreak wind, glory dancing in the shifting ink of sunrise; and when you, abiding in me, startle me into awe by your overwhelming nearness. I love that you are born both in my wonder and in this world. —Kimberly M. King, RSCJ—
Advent I, 2017
Advent I 2017 You are born at the change of seasons when textures and contrasts shift; on the horizon at daybreak and in the star-riddled heavens shot through with cosmic grace; You are born in the ache and elation of love’s fullness; in the cry for dignity, the work of justice, the broad silence of…
Consider the Lilies 