Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

sticky butternut squash bakes while emma cat purrs on my flanneled lap darkness lifting at dawn scents of holiday foods bring quiet joys--pooled with memories of those who won't be joining our table this year (i sigh, and shed a tear) we shall all meet up again---in another form in essence, it's only the form that changes; in spirit we are all one and the same breath, spark light, love words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

Wishing all my friends and soul family a beautiful thanksgiving. As we move through this busy, sometimes hectic  holiday season, let us be even more mindful of each other, and show our compassion whenever possible. Remember when complaining about the cold, that there are many without a roof over their head, who don't always know when their next meal will be. Turn complaints into expressions of what it is we are truly grateful for.Think OptiMYSTIC! :) Let's side step the petty stuff,  and  embrace the core of what is important. To love and to be loved, to maintain robust physical health, and  our abilities to create! Dance, Sing, Write a Poem, Play an instrument, Paint! Be less concerned with the finished product, and more immersed in the present moment of pure joy as witnessed by children, who naturally know what is important! May exuberance and vitality be truly yours...reflected in bright eyes and sweet smiles! :) Bright blessings, Best of Health, Love and ...

what silence is for a church mouse makes a music unknown to pines when darkness sets in---the moans and creaks of cedar bark and curves of earth--bound on a single silver thread a broken bird's wing--directed towards wholeness has a way of re-calibrating the essential--no longer lingering on clam shells and poppies, long over their peak in the meadow of benevolence; how we breathed without a single rehearsal, how the softest whale song emitted an electric blue energy so close to the edge of the high tide mark and the cypress, leaning in towards the shaded pine province exactly at sunset when the quiet was deafening and the mild blue sky air would wrap garlands of unpredictable joy seeping from the now rising creek a lizard's tongue reaching its mouthpiece clear through the still unconcerned pond (words & photo~ kate lamberg (c) '14)

there are no true endings, if our lives are seen simply, as circular our stories are woven, amidst our ancestors' with the finest dried grasses dyed a tumeric mustard yellow to be left to dry on the river bank among tall grasses soon we realize, those who move into the ethers--having left securely their stories-- echo the cries of babies not yet born ~words/photo~kate lamberg

I hear that Mother Earth is Dancing in both passion and rage. She wants you simply to listen to her humble truths, and to receive her all embracing blessings. From now on, it's either "mother earth first", or a spinning of our mother out of control forever. A healing serving of Mother Earth Dancing. ~words and photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

friday night on the harbour everything was flowing just the way we felt fortunate to have been apart of the equation fire melding with earth re-telling a slowing- down story outside the lines of predictable parables ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

the weather changed four times between morning and evening... overcast blue grey skies at dawn, followed by misty citrus clearing by eleven we were walking on sand clouds amidst a lapis blue sky, melting into lake-like waters of green and blue the warm birthed air of early afternoon an october light filling in the quiet spaces of conversations, monet muted while we would stop to look over the newly descending tide walking the path of non resistance feet drawn into the sugared sand as if magnets lived just below our feet sensing the pull of all that means the world to us, savoring the layers of swaying: green gold grasses fuscia beach plums, abandoned tree houses set deeply in a cloistered thicket we fall fully for the beach line that ushers the perfect moments that later would paint rainbows and huge pink clouds whether or not they are visible, the stars on hold shone as bright as rubies when sleep became the resolve of higher beings knowing the s...

dancing in the light, celebrating this moment-- we drink in silence haiku and photo ~Kate Lamberg (c) '14

belly flopped into the cheshire lake no mistake to be swimming among the living-- how they leave their mark on bark, and algaed boulders sitting perfectly still it is only angels changing costumes in between the first and second acts a love grows like ivy round a douglas fir so far up the tree, we trust the dust won't get on us- as we become immune: to desert dunes and not quite full moons it's gabrielle in a superwoman costume making rounds at tanya's tundra- snaking below the boulevard sounding like a dozen jet planes and fine english china from devonshire with little hand paintings of red foxes and a lot of green branches of pine orange sunshine and lemon posey pour more color onto the ivory bisque we sit to sip-- in the late october sun ~words and watercolor~kate lamberg (c) '14 ​

milky blue skies amble aimlessly while waking-- before she left a dream of dancing clear across some cat-tailed over grown pond ginger bread and honey comb candles line the perimeter of a space so hallowed that time and temperature rise to meet the wide warm chords of home-coming carousing the painted horses who without stopping- move up and down to an asphalt beat--cementing any doubts of when we would meet----again the instrumental allowing us more time to tell the difference between a colorless morning sky and one which naturally is on fire with fuscia & where we look respectively...and how the train engine accelerates steam between our elephant ears-- while whole families of geese loom a natural order filling up the skies--unbeknownst to baby cries charred steeples get scratched on sundays celebrants sing psalms deep into the night while we look-- both into, and beyond what is right...undivided- within a water fall light ~words/photo~kate la...