One of my aims for the now sixteen years that I have kept this blog is to not force an entry. Don’t post for posting’s sake but only when it feels like something wants saying. Sometimes the impetus comes from within me and sometimes it is the universe who presents it. A short while ago,…
Tag: Peace of Place
Soundscape: the Market
BBC recently started a once weekly podcast called the Happy Pod that gathers happy news from around the world. One of the features of this podcast is a spot where people send in sounds that make them happy… This has ranged from a tea kettle sounding off to the sploosh-lapping of a dog having a…
Why I Bring a Book to the Kitchen
Why I Bring a Book to the Kitchen The relaxation of travelby reading and sinkinginto elsewhere’s talewhile gently, unquestionably,bound to the holy of hereby the the hum of the refrigeratoris as much a sign of your loveas anything else, at the end of the day.Sometimes, that’s all it takes—the grounding reminders of presence,of the goodness…
Two Things I Learned this Weekend
Two Things I Learned This Weekend OneFire is good company,a being, breathing and chattering,warming the spirit and easing the fingersthat reach for snacks of different sizesto keep it satisfied.TwoWhen walking beneath a pine bough canopy,it is never too cold for the clean earth incenseof ginger-balsam-spice to rise as prayer;every footfall reminding youthat where you are…
A Prayer from Today
Prayer The bold blueof distance and spaciousness;the nearness of the art of creation;the wholeness of holy.Hold me, please,in this cold freshness,while my bright soft silence opens into thank you. Kimberly M. King
Of Many Things…
4:33 PM 11 November, 2022… Just back from a walk in the Public Gardens…a walk in the embrace of the Holy…where dragonflies landed on the pages of the book a woman next to me was reading–they looked at each other for a long moment before she laughed aloud with delight.… A walk where burnt red-orange…
Entirely Grateful
Because we have had our Thanksgiving meal on Sunday for the last number of years, I have spent the first part of the actual holiday in the Halifax Public Gardens, sitting on a bench around the “Decanter” fountain–I’m sure it has an actual name in addition to the name I have given it so as to…
Shadow
It began with going to the farmers’ market down by the water. The purple kohlrabi that had split while growing and bore the connective scars smoothly and evenly between its three, four, even five, sections. The dark earth that freckled the shiny tight onions I picked up simply because they were beautiful. A handful, no…another…
Few Words, Much Communication
I went over to the Public Gardens this morning for the specific experience of letting its peace hold me… It was the first time this summer season and it was like walking into the arms of a grounded and welcoming friend. There was bird-song and bird chittering in conversation with the low hum of humanity;…
Market Writing
From Saturday morning, March 19, 2022… It has been a long while since letting the warm bubble of Market sounds wash over me… and I had missed it. I find myself tucked into a corner after over two years of not being able to sit within an atmosphere I find so comforting…the warm rumbly murmur…
Consider the Lilies 