Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

when in flight, so fancy free while wading in the harbour movement tends to slow to an almost imperceptible stillness in harmony with tide and sun how wind picks up after five within infinite shades of grey through trust we continue to strive all day we watch the shades change all day we witness stars rearrange all day we give gratitude for nature's pleasures all day we receive her lasting treasures words/photos~kate lamberg (c) '15

we walk mindlessly, upon a softened, awakened earth just musing about where we must arrive, how it will be while the strides we take to get to the mountain top by a supposed hour of the day--get lost inside the crocus we no longer know how lenient the earth is below: our heel, toe, forward going, side-stepping, fretting; how true intimacy can be anchored like boats upon a placid understanding harbor to feel the pleasant weight of salt spray on our face, the north easterlies patting backs with a congruous courting--the sun intervening to remind us: it is only this forever being present to the genuine mint flavored moment, eyes utterly open to the change of direction, the wind--in its nascent knowing nothing reasonable that makes perfect sense while embracing spring ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

from the hilltop looking west, she was grateful of it being march, as the rosy maple and the sturdy oak were up to no good, leafless-- exposed to the northeasterlies so  she could make out in between the trees-- how the etched low tide inlet was moving slightly in a grey ink from south to north, and would become one with the long island sound possibly by sunset--the way she was moving, and  the western shore seemed to be drinking the diminishing light just as simply as crocuses punch their little oval faces through the cold porous soil-- roots from years ago like the scales from fish smoothing its noted roughness while dissolving, becoming one-- with the soft loamy earth words/photo~kate lamberg..(c) '15

water, a taoist's dream it's clearer, or cloudier than it does seem it's music leaves us remembering what it means to be simply moved without leaving the scene of running water the blue sky striking a chord of needing not a wet thing thrashing into infinite sky, reaching for skies by day hold the stars we sighed beneath by night, nesting owls such holy affection- cannot feign nor rain false bullets-- nor melt mystic meteors, but simply surround auburn crown- a multi-puddled lotus a deep blue satin splash around the throat where truth be uttered, crystalline, to express--at the clicking of shells, against blue stone....sourced by moving water running from river, to lake, to stream a taoist's dream words/photo~kate lamberg (c) kathodes '`15

forsythia, the harbinger of spring (by kate lamberg (c) '14) Wishing all my friends a Glorious Spring Equinox! Yesterday's new sun/new moon in pisces, conjunct to an eclipse, quickly followed sun & moon into aries, and the spring equinox. A split second of equal lightness and darkness... Now, we will be experiencing in the Northern Hemisphere, the beginning of the days lengthening, warmer weather, flower filled days. While watching the snow fall yesterday, dropping several inches of an icy white wet blanket on trees, yards, and my humble rock garden...I could hardly feel the presence of spring. This was a reminder to "go within" When I went into a deep quiet place of meditation , I could feel the subtle bursting-- of what we know to be spring. Grounding or Earthing Meditation: Feet parallel, aligned with mother earth,  our body/mind can  connect with the deepest place within mother earth.  Her womb, finally awakening from the long slumber of win...

the letting go of her tenacity would indeed set us free from boots and layers of fleece  but how much tenderness is breathed immediately beneath the surface of her frozen stare the soft pliable baby green, just below the roughened crab apple- & just now-- the sweet sryup of the maple--shooting skyward! words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

trees waking up seen through the sheen of one deserted shed window haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

prose poem tina simply did not see the reason for having to make pubic displays of celebration, salivation, excitation anywhere near the degree tobi would love to express to excess no one was wrong, yet they were not hearing each other; each one wore a different cue, to be revealed where tina loved how silence wrapped around her chest like a burgundy shawl for all we knew she could speak a perfect peached southern drawl while tobi spoke every thought as often as each spoke of a passing bicycle circled down the freshly paved black topped driveway, just begging to be speed walked, biked, hiked, and rocked & rolled on tina's silence turned to words at the appearance of sea birds, while tobi's words became silenced as she heard for the very first time the sounds of sea gulls cozying in a clatter of laugher within the base of poplar pines- how the switch of familiar felt natural to the women their ability to lean into/ not against the changi...

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." Martin Luther King Jr.   late afternoon, a swan danced by, without my noticing until later i saw the downy fluffy feathers against the deliberate dark sky bejeweled sundrops on cold aqua waters.. blue black sky sings on spring becoming harbour we wade in by mid-july--- splashing warm tunes--up close to a quickly changing strawberry minstel moon words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

snow melts without thought slush, pooled waters- make music, silence the questioning haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c)'15

just after sunrise, i wiped the sand out of my eyes the day before, we drove a jeep in the flat sandy hot desert floor canyon on fire with red rock hardly any birds flapping air so still, i reached my hand out of the window to capture the dry sand enriched air my hair encrusted with baked in sand--gritty dry hot sand insidious dry hot sand commanding all my senses i day-dreamed playing icarus in a play taken to the road the leading man was a toad whom i kissed--stirring a feeling of belonging one indian brave with wings flapping a chord of candor lifting off from the flat security of a sandy forgiving floor i flew high up into a crevice of canyon reddish brown all that had been lost the day before was celebrated, was frantically found in patches of clover, dandelions growing out of one small miracle high up in the canyon- a ledge filled with angel's tears removing the fears of victims who forgot to look towards the sun the challenges kee...

"buddha stood like the mountain, untouched by all seasons, winter, spring, summer, and autumn." romio shrestha untouched by contrasts of attraction & aversion, heat & cold healing has a chance to muster light.. never hesitating to beam; because once seen through a small speck of peripheries there is no turning back to rolling hills of endless snow, or an unchanging verdant green impossible as it does seem--- the outside view can be slowed to such a point, as to reveal the temporary allegories: how oranges peel, how all things that burst, sustain life-- marveling at the flight of pushing through the birthing of sorts, performed outside, and within; how we, in an open-air theatre spoke, & flew danced with, those who worship beyond the edges of daylight savings time; stretching the pulse points how our veins return the blood, allowing our arteries to spill red again; how in spring, the clouds do (once again) rain wo...

google image i will listen, but bring beliefs to the back burner; as an early budding dancer dreamed of beauty sleeping bumping up attention to the frontal lobes, the truth sleeps in amethyst jewel how cruel we are to deny the treasure how, we, as a spinning earth- or just like a steady smoke- stack spew--whatever sediment at the moment needs clarifying like ghee, the butter of the gods, flown in from india on ganesha wings, wearing upright chakras- aiding in removing the obstacles keeping us from sailing through warm waters reeds and cat tails sighing in the soft changing wind ~kate lamberg (c) '15

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

“A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul.” ~ Franz Kafka the ice left untouched maintains the mask, while to mindfully break the logos allows us to slip below the hardened chill as fish find warm liquid life below the sheen, spiritus sings prayers of elevating all souls break out in song we remember the words from previous lifetimes, conducted by clouds, as monks travel lightly through the sky being so close to mountain tops ringing purplish pinks sudden awakening every thing touched & felt to be blazening re-defining what it means to be simply amazing words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

The highest ecstasy is the attention at its fullest. --Simone Weil darkened room at dawn sunlight pouring through branches clear cinnamon scent minnows swim in schools whales dance above rough waters we dive in between how you looked through me while i was gazing at trees carrying your song burnt orange candle new moon hardly visible cats see through darkness haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

"Any reason is a good reason to celebrate, for celebration is the nature of the spirit!"~ Ravi Shankar To celebrate, in my experience, is painted in shades of pinks and oranges, in gratitude for this blessed life. words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

"Miracles surround us at every turn, if we but sharpen our perceptions to them." ~ Willa Cather the grand illusion disperses, as it does fly a flash of suddenly awakening eyes on high truth, like love, shakes membranes, vessels whole worlds turn-- in this exquisite divine plan (words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15)