Advent II, 2015 Oh glory, there is a need, such a need… to leap alive in a defiantly clamorous, bold and passionate, proclamation of birth: The birth of Love come down to breathe, sing, dance, cry out, in radiant, Hallelujah, hope. Kimberly M. King RSCJ (photo is used with permission http://www.flickr.com/photos/alicia-li/2556997888)

I have just come from two hours of unbounded-ness. Two hours that included conversations with a coffee purveyor, a baker, a seller of brussel sprouts, and a small baby quite taken with the rose color of my corduroy shirt; that pair of hours included reading from a book called The Old Ways by Robert Macfarlane…

Advent I, 2015 This Waiting Time   Now is not a passive time. Indeed, the world can not bear any more indifference.   I wish to wait with a passion akin to the vigilant stars who allow the day her spectacle until the night has bloomed:   Unafraid and full ablaze, visible briefly but oh,…

  An Early Advent, 2015   It is in this here, this now, this aching, dream-strewn shimmer, that I dare to raise my spirit and summon a prayer that has passed through all that has passed through me, gathering an urgency I can not bear contain: COME!   COME! in my every opportunity to soothe…

Riotous Glory   The branches are tipped in riotous glory. There is no whispering now– only a fullness of unflinching colors boldly presenting themselves before the great inevitable fallow time before a fresh becoming. Do I dare desire likewise for myself?   Kimberly M. King, RSCJ   Posted with Blogsy

Early Watch Coffee is my company in this faith profession from a rocking chair.   I am all for you—and you, you are all for me, all for each; love-awed you are for each and you are for all.   And this glory dance that you conduct into being is your magnum opus blooming in…

Now and then I read something that inspires the Dickinson Effect within my psyche. ~ If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.~ (Emily Dickinson) Now and then I read something that pushes me back in my chair and whispers, “I think you understand,…

I went to the market early yesterday morning. As I walked down from where I parked the car, I saw the same guy I see every week I go, sitting on the guardrail by the sidewalk. He always seems to be waiting for something, or someone, or perhaps not. I passed and greeted him with…

I tucked into one of my favorite local thought spots to write a letter this morning. Another woman was across the big common table from me, diligently tikka-takking away on her keyboard. She looked up, smiling, as a I sat down. I smiled back and we both ducked into the thick of our writing. Until…

I have been away for a short while. I still had with me the tools of technology I employ for writing…pen, paper, IPad…but nonetheless, there has been a refreshing pause in posting much until now. I left home July 4th to head to McAllen, Texas, at the U.S/Mexico border, to work with two of my…