“When the totals of your plans and of your life’s experiences do not balance out evenly, I am the unsolved remainder. And I know that this remainder, which makes you so frantic, is in reality my love, that you do not yet understand. “ (from a Christmas meditation by Karl Rahner) I have been thinking…
Advent IV, 2013
Advent IV, 2013 Your nearness crackles, Love, and I sing for want of a way to contain certain joy swishing her cape at the awe of it all. Kimberly M. King, rscj
Decorations of a different sort
I am sitting at a heavy wooden table as I write this… Two cookbooks are open; a recently emptied coffee canister with a label I found pleasing is sitting by the cookbooks and it is also open…just in case there is any more scent it would care to offer up. I am sipping on a…
Advent III, 2013
(Image is courtesy of ESA and NASA. Acknowledgment: E. Olszewski, U. Arizona) Advent III, 2013 Birth and life… neither is a muted affair. The effort to quiet or contain them would snatch at starlight and whisper away the edge of awe’s flame, leaving mystery to sputter. Kimberly M. King, RSCJ
Advent II, 2013
Advent II, 2013 It is within me to seek you, alive and encompassing. It is in my soul to ache with beauty, to sigh while believing that nothing can come between the flame and the wick. It is within me to be radiant with you. It is in my soul to…
Advent I, 2013
Solar eclipse over SanFrancisco bay, 2012 Advent I, 2013 Wrap me in the now of Love for it is a touching time when nearness is felt absolutely, entirely— and my yes echoes from star to star: I will touch, I will open, I will receive, I will share. Your life fills the heavens, spins the…
The Long Way Round
Longest way round is the shortest way home. ~~James Joyce in Ulysses~~ I read this quotation somewhere a number of days ago and it has stayed with me…I played around with it while thinking too of the mathematical principle of the shortest distance between two objects being a straight line. They seem to be saying…
The Divine Poetic
Non coerceri a maximo, sed contineri a minimo divinum est. Not to be limited by the greatest, yet to be contained in the tiniest– this is the divine. Ignatius of Loyola Conversations about poetry continued in the classroom this week. We re-enacted a 125 year old ball game while reciting the stanzas of Casey…
Sing it out!
I gave my students a test last week…which meant that the first book we read as a literature class is now over…which means I need to know what comes next. I didn’t. Until last night. And now, egad, I am thrilled. We’re doing poetry…long poetry. Story-telling poetry. Salty-sweet-tang-for-the-tongue-deeply-musical-visual poetry. Interestingly enough, the idea for this…
Consider the Lilies 