I was sitting at the Farmer’s Market this past Saturday and someone said “Do people regularly stop and ask you stuff when you’re out and about? Directions, stuff like that?” “Um…Yes.” “I’m not surprised…” and off they walked. Sunday liturgy at the house where I live has stopped for the summer—a great opportunity to branch…
Tag: journey
What an Invitation
I just gave this talk this morning at a day of reflection for the Grade 12s next door. Several people suggested that I post it…so, here it is! It was a beautiful opportunity and I was so happy to be able to be a part of their day… May 1; SHSH Grade Twelves; @ Saint…
Real is Real is Real (Sorry, Gertrude…)
It’s a pansy, not a rose…ergo the apologies to Gertrude Stein who pointed out that a rose is a rose is a rose… But the “equality of real” was something from a conversation yesterday when noting with a friend that no one thing taken in by the senses is any more ‘real’ than any other…
Resonance
From the journal… In the Public Gardens on a bench by the dahlias. Lunch is wrapped in a cloth napkin in my bag, tucked in among crosswords, a novel, and assorted writing implements. This journal was in there, but is now flopped open on my thigh. Somewhere I am remembering that the column width of…
Who Do you Say…
I have answered this question many times in my life…Who do you say that I am? And while there are a few elements in common over the years, I am equally grateful to know that there is no limit…that there remains the impossibility of containing; that more remains than I can possibly hope for or…
Advent I, 2024
Advent I, 2024 I will go—this much I know.The journey, enticing; theway, uncertain; questionsremaining yetno longer oppressing;The destination,I do not doubt,revealed along the way.I will go—not I myself,alone with my wanderingsof mind and imagination,but with others, with wonder,sharing stories, seeking light. Kimberly M. King
Safe journeys
Years ago, I was a week in a retreat house run by a men’s monastic community. Every evening after Compline had been chanted, the Abbot would offer a blessing that ended with wishing everyone a peaceful night and a happy death. At the time, I thought that a bit morbid to hear every evening. I…
Veins of sound and ink: A Poem
Veins of Sound and Ink Words hold storiesin their veins of sound and ink.Memory tales and new trailsblazed by the sensessparking syllable by syllable. Words: Today;consider; imagination.Sentences: She stoppedat the corner, turningleft this time. Chapters: Andshe kept walking,taking noteof textures and colours,the scents and the sighing. Books: Taking noteand steeping it allin the freshwaterconversation runningthrough…
Prayer, April 14, 2023: Infinitely More
Prayer, 14 April, 2023 Let my pace be set by the ground beneath me;let my faith be multiplied by the skies above;let my heart be softened by those I meet; andlet my soul dance at the breaking of day,expand at the breaking of bread,and find its ease and rest in love surrounding. (1) In this…
Consider the Lilies 