Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer" ~albert camus in stillness and quiet breath balances all extremes faith emerges-- serendipity! a stroke of red from a cardinal's wing---blends soul with everything (words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15)

I was told once in my early twenties that the world is too harsh for my flower child sensitivities. I never was offended by those words. Now, over thirty years later, I feel I am still ultra-sensitive. However, what has changed is my inter-relationship to the world at large. I neither fight fire with fire,  nor do I run and hide out, and wish it would go away. I accept what is, and spend most of my waking hours creating a larger field of inner peacefulness. As I spend more and more time in quiet/stillness/ through yoga and meditation, as well as walks in nature...I sense the protection of earth angels, both in human and spirit form. They are actively engaged in my process of becoming. There is no scientific proof of these beings. Those who resonate with my words would agree that it is not significant. What is important is to listen in to the promptings of one's heart...to love one's self whatever is happening on the outside, and to explore the forever interplay.. of human frail...

layers of cloud, sky tree, bird, earth, leaf.....fill me beyond belief haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

the bird bath, frozen rocks in garden standing stiffly at attention---yet still dreaming of the warmth that softens, and dissolves ice crystals & hardened cold hearts words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

Day began grey and cold. Half way through my walk at twin ponds, it felt warmer. By the end of my walk the sun emerged full on. It was a perfect day for photographing nature. The January sun, not too intense, yet not that dingy apathetic steel grey....That grey that speaks to you front and center. That endless neurotic grey, that  never lets its claws out of your immediate consciousness. At the beginning of my walk, I noticed what appeared like a huge misty nest, on a branch of a mostly dead oak. When I got to be twenty feet away from the tree, I was miraculously mistaken! What I thought to be a huge nest, was indeed a huge bird. It appeared like an eagle.  Perhaps the first time I saw one so close. I just let the camera snap one hundred shots of this amazing huge and oddly beautiful bird. Upon walking into the bamboo forest, I asked for my spirit guides for permission to enter the sacred spot. There was a resounding breeze and I noticed the sky become more...

decompressing extraneous noise, drowning the flicker of a chickadee sitting upright on a neighboring tree it's the way you call out to me from across the driven river music braiding words, with birds, cowrie shells mingling with pine cones beneath the shade of a eucalyptus tree so early, our breath coalesces as droplets on window panes, lips pressed to the glass feeling the chilled air meeting up so close with warm honeyed lips so early, we trust the sun will rise even if it's not in our eyes we welcome the ability to not theorize, just to simply be-- breathing moments, with widened open eyes words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15 blues on radio just now getting dark--a lark! after five, on fire

i like to purvey even the skinny snake tunnels leading me to you-- without river's endless song, we would never feel that we belong to rows of aspens, and holly shines even brighter in january's mid-day sun we live the lives that peace provides as the burning to enjoin all who share past lifetimes becoming the dawn of no more questions needed it's the care of whales finding waters expanded, as in consciousness: ringlets of echoes throughout eyes fair, candles blaze a trust that sincerest of surrendering-- being one, with our endless days   words/photo~ kate lamberg (c) '15

waking at dawn with a handful of stars secured lightly on a fuzzy grey dome we have agreed to call a sky why we need to agree about what we call things is beyond my present ability to grasp- an inbred response to music, smells of strong as sin coffee, the immediacy of how the cold dry air escapes through windows needing sealant causing most to turn inward--- surpasses any fine-tuned focusing it's the rustic world of senses that arrests my heart-skin, my mind in mauve makes more sense than left brained conjecture so early, the dew clings without trying--upon the frozen stiff blades of grass curiously standing attentive-- even to those, who stomp absent-minded upon resilient green yard.....awakening new neural pathways--bouncing back from the weight of the world's ignorance ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

how high winds rest between buildings, hiding for when do wolves become clouds in the changing harvest, the canvas dries her berries benevolent and sweet crushed bittersweet staining aprons, still we muster dignity as saturn once more encircles it's self bolstering the heavy handed lessons so we can-- with out going on coronary arrest saunter among the thistle & clover live the lives of plovers, safely nesting words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15..'kathodes'

when walking alone, hardened ground keeps my clogs from vacillating side to side-- cannot hide my being alone never meant to hurt those who scorn my speech, and make pandemonium of my gentle this mis-understanding hurt more than even crunching down on snow-- full well knowing that even the wee folk flee in time to miss the stomping why do you still feel you know my intentions, never pure as snow but in the whole world i never wished harm on any living thing you now have a rationale for severing a friendship based on yoga and human kindness---it's your not getting me, where on the hardened ground i stand and your reluctance to simply ask why my words fly out seemingly to you like arrows; we are those two arrows strategically flying overhead, missing at the core of individual origins your demand for an apology is that poison arrow passing over my head, a sparrow, scared i would bare my soul and lay down upon the frozen ground for those who get my melo...

above, the sea gulls move towards nesting below, a million tiny fish dart in between, we sit upon a small boat rocking--a balancing act left for those who understand how old paint wears away, revealing the bare bone practicality-- steeped so close to changing waters we reward ourselves with the impractical flood of revelry---salty spray, and wind, jazz-like, changing directions before the sun warms the surrounding gray and after the moon has had a say which way the wind whorls heaven ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

  'playing her inner song'..kate lamberg (c) '14 "If fear is just a misguided loving....we work on our own misguidance-- and turn it around, towards a journey of greater self-loving. All imbalances can be turned around with simply witnessing, choosing the natural healing path...the one that resonates with one's own personal vibrations. One can ask from an outside source, but the deepest, perhaps most significant voice is one's own heart and soul, whispering the truth of who one is, and what one needs for optimum inner growth and self-loving. " words/photo~ kate lamberg (c)

"In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe, and enough shadows to blind those who don't." - ~Blaise Pascal why some are drawn, like plants or zebras to grow towards the light is beyond the finite regions of the brain it just is that way and those who tend to disagree, cannot be fully free; it's the gentle exploration of an open heart meeting oneself for the first time not needing to explain or rhyme: the sudden awe of an unpredictable rain---and then a clearing, so sacred in its silence that ones breath is heard releasing the grip of deluded fear----eyes, just now rising in brightness, as one celestial bird if you'd like to meet me in a field of poppies, and believe that miracles reside in every pore every crook of an elbow, and every space between bodies, forests, streams, rocks, algae, & moon beams... then we shall meet without a plan letting the music of salt water rock the winter shoreline, for certa...

photo~kate lamberg (c) '15..'kathodes' Unable to sleep, I hear the voice of a young deer rising from a mountain ridge  ~Ryokan

(a) however still, a tree in winter captures light (b) however still, we do move through obstacles ~  haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

  "I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles." Anne Frank it is not just the blue of the sky, the green of the moss, nor the brown of the decaying leaves mixing with the earth's rich sweet acrid fragrance---but it is also how they intertwine in our experience of meeting each one-- both separate, and stirred-- with all who choose to simply take the time to push through the boundaries of bamboo: mind's insistence of division gently spilling separative strands on the path we walk upon creating new synapses to celebrate pushing ever so gently, daring, deep through the woods, on fire with her ability to inspire--allowing all who trust, to wear peaceful wings becoming our orchestrations- amidst all things words/photo~ kate lamberg (c) '15

Kate lamberg, BA, LMT (since 1987) Therapeutic Massage--Monday through Saturday Mon-Friday: 8 am- 7 pm Saturdays:     9- 12 noon Shiatsu,  Deep Tissue, Medical Massage,  Reflexology, Polarity, Reiki, Aromatherapy, One on One Yoga. By Appointment only. All Therapeutic Healing Treatments with Kate Lamberg, Licensed Massage Therapist (since 1987). A graduate of the Swedish Institute, with advanced certificates in Shiatsu, practicing Aromatherapist(since 1999),  and a Reiki Master (since 2010) Classes/Workshops: Gentle Yoga (chair yoga): for those new to yoga or for those unable to stretch on the floor. Easy does it stretches/breathing/ guided meditation and relaxation. Mondays, at 4 pm- 5:15 pm Fridays, at 9:30 am - 10:45 am Monthly Retreat: One Saturday a month..9:30- 12 noon Gentle Yoga, Guided Meditation, Deep Relaxation to live piano music, composed and played by Kate Lamberg. optional pot luck lunch. For further informati...

"Poetry needs the breath. It needs the voice. It needs the body. It needs the mind." ~Anne Waldman so as to know you are listening i watch your breath change one hundred times within the course of my reading my words arrive from some far away province, and find themselves clustered finely around the frontal regions of your wide open mind-- relaying back to my brightened eyes; as your listening (without interruption), seals the two way portal journey that voyage strung of fragile twine--eclipsed only inside the curves of blessed time words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14