Story Bearing We all bear stories.Some that ache with the changing weather;Others that are round-soft with telling;tales of way-finding or merry-makingor, if we are lucky, a bit of swashbuckling derring-do. Then there are the othersthat live folded into manageable;tucked between chapters, recorded on a page of memory in the bookwhose spine and binding you design; the bookthat…
That which remains
A couple of Sundays ago, I watched a friend, a priest and preacher, deliver her sermon to the congregation gathered at her parish. She spoke of the Gospel of the day in which Jesus poses the question, Who do you say that I am? This was developed and included a reference to the element of…
Slippers…or Fall is Coming
A little bit of lightness… Slippers…or Fall is coming New felt slippers in the fresh cool airwrap my walkers in warm soft woollike my hands wrap aroundhot milk, maple syrup, and teain a mug, by a window everso slightly cracked opento sunshine and the breezethat has me wonder—socks today?Or is there still timefor sandals after…
It’s all Here (From the Journal…)
Was just speaking with someone yesterday about how I don’t necessarily need to go anywhere to have ‘adventure’ present itself. Opening the door is sometimes all the invitation necessary. It also does depend on how you interpret ‘adventure,’ I suppose. For me, I guess I’d say it has something to do with wonder, curiosity, story,…
An Earthier sort of Examen
I was speaking with someone this morning and we got to talking about Henry, our kitten who died at the beginning of August when he was just 8 mos. old. As has often been the case, the phrase, “Augh, such a short life…” came up and I responded as I have several times–“Yes…a short life,…
Both Subtle and Flamboyant
Someone asked me once whether I searched for concrete knowledge of God. My response was that I preferred the experience of Mystery. Enticing, both subtle and flamboyant—in tolerable proportion, and always just that far away…until becoming part of its fullness. And, somehow, I don’t think we need to die to become enfolded in its expanse—we…
Under the Influence of Emily
Under the Influence of Emily Lost to the blue of distance,I consider the spacemy words will rest—on the page before someone,known or not,or within the commons sharedbetween you, perhaps, and me—and recall a certain summer picnicby a riot of wildflowers lavishly decoratedwith a living garland of bumblebees. Kimberly M. King
Arrival of the Moment
She found that it helpedto stare long and far,unhurried, wide of thought,deep of heart,to ease the restlessnessof hope; instead embracingthe arrival of the moment:the breath, the wind that firstbloomed in the great everlasting, firstgathered offerings for the senses,compressing the large into the nowbefore presenting the gift. Kimberly M. King
Until Quiet: A Poem
Until Quiet With you at the tip of my pen, I wroteuntil words found their branches, tucked infeathers, and nesting lightly, breathed inthe incense of lilac and pine,rose, earth, and cedar; until stillness,revealing its canopy, drew me intoall of its dimensions, offered meits hand to enter the depths of its colour-stained span of mystery; until…
Sanctuary of Heart
…For the Feast of the Sacred Heart… Sanctuary of Heart Sanctuary of place and person-neither containing,neither constraining,All embracing:A refuge of perspectiveon infinite You.A new slant of light,a peripheral hummingtoward which I bend in bright fascinationof always and everywhere You;of the tousled and wild diversitythat is You;You who named each onewho claim each one,who loves and…
Consider the Lilies 