Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

photo by kate lamberg (c) '14 a single golden leaf spiraling down-- to rest with others for awhile upon a cool grassy plain the early darkness descending down the mountain like goats returning home from summer when the river quiets her boisterous rock and roll and in prayer whispers kind elegies how the salty breeze at dusk becomes a semi-permeable nucleus keeping in and letting out our own magnificence ~ Kate Lamberg (c) '14

sunrise photo~kate lamberg (c) '14 soon after sunrise small clusters of clouds crowd the horizon like peaks of the himalayas a community of clouds worshiping: blessed day's bright beginning ~kate lamberg (c) '14

how far till the end of the road as far as you wish to take it does that mean i'll be walking the rest of my life- and still never discover the living end i am afraid you will be walking the rest of your life--and still never discover the living end as you know from being at a familiar place--one where you know you've never been-- the light courses through the pines and shines in your eyes for only a moment and then you know the circuitous nature of this life--- of all our lives pooling in the center of a thirstydesert-- as one by one we enter the living lake of everlasting lilies eternity beckons for those who know themselves to be old capricious souls without reason for being but trees bend in high winds in autumn- and the cool streak of morning reminds us there is nothing new under heaven or upon this earth but only to realize with closed eyes: we have all been here before we have all been here before she shuts the ...

'pine trees' ~kate lamberg (c) '14 "In one drop of water contains the secrets of an entire ocean" Gibran still she loved to bark up the wrong tree like bears who teach  their cubs autonomy she-bear will roar her little ones up the tree and turn her back and go swaying free the learned path just as naturally as wind comes blowing kisses on the cubs left to rise to the occasion-- they too will learn how to forage for food, and how to swim through newly found streams- to catch fish in open mouths- how mama bear would be so proud! miraculous-how we all are wired to adapt to trickster alarms and monkey smile shines as a single ray of illumination-- leads us to gather a fuller rounder beam as surely as the silver grey stream becomes full of rainbow fish in late summer just as soon as a handful of oak leaves become browned--in a cooler less blue sky the moment we realize the utter human need to palm the pine...

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. ~Anaïs Nin a quote is just a landmark- a touch stone of what could be and for me- i allow the goodness of everything to pour through me in my out breath i release all that does not serve my highest good; no one can tell anyone what is goodness for them we must sweat our questions diving through the depths of oftentimes murky algae rich ponds hanging out in dark environs with little light and oxygen before we know what exactly we need to be more than just surviving; a barefoot modern choreography- danced with our heart hanging out of our chest a song sung up to father sky and down to mother earth never ever getting rest until we know an emerald radiance beams through eyes, and a sweet softening in the center of our chest with a breath so pure and light we no longer need to fight the fight peace reigns supreme we return to a slow adagio dancing with a balanced being through the ...

we hold on so hard as birds fly south at dusk we release our hands fingers draw lines in a darkening sky seen by the enemy by day-break stars disappear memories linger haiku trio and photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

Therapeutic Massage:(deep tissue, shiatsu, reiki, polarity, aromatherapy, reflexology, pre-natal/post-natal massage) monday-friday, 8am-6pm saturday, 8-12 noon (by appt. only) Gentle Yoga/Chair Yoga~for those who were not born yesterday,  and those who are recovering from surgery or cannot do yoga on the floor.  Adapting to your needs.) monday, at 4:00-5:15 pm thursday, at 9:30 am-10:45 am All Massage Treatments and Yoga classes with Kate Lamberg, Reiki Master, LMT(since 1987) Monthly Healing Retreat.  (next one...Saturday, September 13th...10-12 noon~) An experiential collage of gentle yoga, guided meditation, deep relaxation to healing sounds,shared with Kate, "live" on piano, followed by an optional potluck lunch. with Kate Lamberg, BA,  yoga/meditation instructor for over 30 years. For pricing, directions, and to reserve your spot in classes/retreat-- kindly email Kate- healerkate77@gmail.com, or call: (631) 334-2663 May all be well ...

photo by kate lamberg (c) '14 You yourself make the waves in your mind. If you leave your mind as it is, it will become calm. ~ Shunryu Suzuki ~

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses” ~Friedrich Nietzsche the roses came at the end of the story she insisted on hearing all the names of all the major roses grown in north america--all before bedtime you know, she said with great intensity clutching my forearm to an almost sore indian burn---i heard roses could re-bloom if you give them the proper treatment.... how often you water her soil and especially how often you sing sacred chants to them one hour before dawn the moon rose and later the sun grew in intensity first as fuzzy stripes upon the sunflowers drowsily awakening to a cool dewy morning late august all that you wish to have done in the garden would be finished--it's just 6 weeks till the true local harvesting of the major vegetables she softened her voice when saying that because she really felt like she was saying goodbye to a very good friend all of these endi...

"In one drop of water contains the secrets of an entire ocean" Gibran still she loved to bark up the wrong tree like bears who teach their cubs autonomy she-bear will roar her little ones up the tree and turn her back and go swaying free the learned path just as naturally as wind comes blowing kisses on the cubs left to stare out into space rising to the occasion- they too will learn how to forage for food, and how to swim through newly found streams- to catch fish in open mouths- how mama bear would be so proud! miraculous-how we all are wired to adapt amidst the tricks: fire alarms pranks, and monkey grinning shines as a single ray of illumination will be lead to gather a fuller rounder beam as surely as the silver grey stream becomes full of rainbow fish in late summer just as soon as a handful of oak leaves become browned--in a cooler less blue sky the moment we realize the utter human need to palm the pine bannister up a steep stair ...

when we speak our stories we can wear them for awhile without becoming them for an eternity when we give a voice to our pain we can step past their hold as they drift past-- common weeds-- our often blurred vision in a harrowing rain how spirit loves to dance beyond what happened-- beyond what she said, what he did- what went down--no blame in the world of imperfection a perfect moment grows wild flowers sigh gently within those souls who walk lightly in the wake of gushing waterfalls for to have come this far the angels know who we are and are applauding us upfront in gales of laughter and with a certain peacefulness from that distant star ~kate lamberg (c) '14

too tired to play music i got a second wind by simply walking at sunset the moon rose we communed with rabbits, dogs, cats, and squirrels-- tasty salsa swept out of second story windows, & ripe sweet blackberries pacified all that crashed down in an almost perfect summer day words and photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

the sky--- hot pink at dawn an angel--disguised as a clown sharing cotton candy, and laughter ~words and photos~ kate lamberg (c) '14

Some journal thoughts, inspired by Robin Williams' passing. Like the typical clown, I would hope.... we don't have to be sad to make others laugh and to share laughter. To be truly compassionate with our friends and loved ones....we must feel both our strengths and vulnerabilities. A sad weak heart ultimately cannot soothe or help heal another sad weak heart. As a child, I never really laughe d with the clown. I felt his sadness. Like I felt for all the animals in cages and the elephant on the rope, being lead around the ring. And all the crazy circus people who were taught to entertain us, when we all knew they lived in tents and ate peanuts and popcorn and spent months away from their families. Oh you say that was their "circus family." I never found that to be romantic or glorious. The modern dancer Isadora Duncan, on the other hand, I romanticized being.... To. dance wildly in the fields and to teach little girls on the beach to freely da...

i can keep away from knowing how very much you suffer only as easily as i keep away my own suffering the fence keeps some wild animals from entering the sacred meadow yet oh so many ghosts, dogs, cats and unicorns mico-manage to enter sacred common ground without the judging mind-- with both ease and difficulty we too must pass through the needle's eye- the burnt red thread of humanity acknowledging hurt misery pain the joy that follows can be likened to a baby's breath- a brave benediction- how we gather precious pearls of rain to keep my suffering away from you is to keep a part of my heart beating in an undecipherable language to keep my suffering from you is to never really fully love you words and photo~ kate lamberg

walking on the edges of a moving river before i even think to get closer to the water-----to step in and swim- to join forces, or simply splash, merely float.. i begin to walk without lifting my feet as if i had cross country skis on i glide through ankle height water along side the moving river i am neither ahead or behind it is feeling just about right moving with freedom- as opposed to against the current mess this country is in more billionaires then ever more hungry than ever the math makes no sense even to the most literate but most of all to a child growing up alongside the sheer hope of a moving river akin to a young dogwood: knowing she would be needing more than sunshine and rain to move through life gracefully and a job at burger king would not pay rent for more than a week in the crummiest of places and the dream of being a doctor of divinity remains a dream for another lifetime dressed in oak leaves and the stark glare of glasses w...

we almost had lentils last night i was drawn to them yesterday in the cool non-stop rain. in repose, i settled for black beans from a can-- dressed with salsa dancing in a salad harmonizing with sweet corn, crunchy red peppers, and enough garlic for an army of loyal lovers of a mediterranean diet salt shaker flying out the window taking each bite in stride as we hide from the authorities telling us what would be best for our reconstructed heart "it's all for the best" that he would leave you for a diet rich in saturated fats promi-sing a thick lipid kiss on the lining of his brain semi-permeable...keeping out the rain ~words and photo ~ kate lamberg (c) '14

we awaken to light when we remove the darkness disguised as a luring flickering how deceiving some are how pompous to think we'd fall for a shooting star ending up only being the depths of muddy waters where lotuses bloom brightening all who see these eyes cannot go back to seeing rose petals where only true grit resides banish the criminals stay up all night the crime is our believing in monsters and demons there are only angels---beings of light all the rest is delusion........ trying to set up camp in the depths of our heart we wake up from the nightmare awakening to just one thing we're learning to see more clearly the difference between the true light that elevates and the mud which only brings us down into the enslaved bottom feeding on the purity of innocent rainbows words by kate lamberg (c) '14  

we danced in the open field naked- we returned to being unashamed of our own skin our bones supported our lithe limbs captured the low sliding gusts of wind as willows swept their organza finery all things forever return to the pure sense of photo synthesis all things greener in summer reminding us of our own origins better than any text book our presence in green meadows all at once familiar, and yet, a new fragrance of no need to do a blessed thing has risen up to meet us head on- wings open, wistful for another space of sun weaving through another green grove of summer wonder words and photo by kate lamberg (c) '14

"sing goddam, tis why i am/and how the wind doth roam" ~ Ezra Pound thunder coursed through the mountain lightning, quickly shone bells and chimes struck odd but pleasing tones wind blew crazy riffs- and the blessed rain poured sentient songs cool cat slipped out on rain soaked grass, swept a sacred dance as summer peeked through: lassoed in lace--bluebird flew! ~kate lamberg (c) '14