Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

enchantment means nothing but the evening primrose turns in at dusk- only to open her bright yellow petals at dawn when the sky streaks yellow and orange- both behind, and between the forest green pine fronds even before the nesting birds begin to sing---so, i guess enchantment means every thing! words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

The soul dance is discovered...each day we decide to be open, curious, engaged in our search, believing in our gifts. Feeling grateful for the discipline of doing healing work, as well as my daily writing, and playing music- all spring boards catapulting me into action...Diving into new blue cool waters of thinking, feeling, acting, being. Breathing in the serene green of summer leaves, and the sweet woodsy scent of cedars- still damp from last night's heavy downpour. Brand new baby orange lilies grace the garden, as do little purple weeds. One dandelion brightens the center of a climbing tribe of lavender clematis blossoms. The wind from the south- south west whistles words of graceful entering. To enter the garden with no preconceived idea of what I am to experience- is how I would like to approach all people and activities today: To be present, open, and a better listener. To honor the words, as much as the silence in between the words Loving the word...

haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15 serrated leaves soar when rain or wind acknowledge as mouths meet at dark

Spring into Summer at the Center for Natural Healing....June-August, '15 Therapeutic Massage, Deep Tissue, Acupressure, Shiatsu, Polarity, Trigger Point work, Reflexology, Aromatherapy, Reiki, Sound healing, One-On-One Yoga~ Monday-Saturday--by appointment Gentle Yoga~ Mondays, at 4:30- 5:45 pm...at the center Fridays, at 9:30-10:45 am....at the beach. With Kate Lamberg, BA, NY State Licensed Massage Therapist (since 1987), Reiki Master, Student of Hatha Yoga (over forty years),  Instructor of Hatha Yoga, and Meditation for over twenty years, Aromatherapist, Composer of Music for healing, Pianist/piano instructor. For more information, and to schedule an appointment: kindly email : healerkate77@gmail.com or call: *Namaste'* The highest in me honors the highest in you!

Dear Old and New friends, As we draw closer to the longest day of the year in the northern hemisphere,  the summer solstice, I thought it would be a fine time to introduce myself, and my Center for Natural Healing. Summer Solstice is a wonderful time to celebrate all we love about summer, that is true! A greater number of hours of sunlight bring us outdoors ...to enjoy beach, forest, swimming, sailing, gardening, hiking, birding, and just plain lazing around on our hammocks(with a good book perhaps!).  Some of us gravitate to a pagan form of worship...dating back centuries: banging the drum, calling in the four directions, affirming summer's peak of light...while empowering each person to realize the height of light/inner joy/ within. Here at the Center for Natural Healing (CNH) we'll be having a  celebration to "bring on the height of light". In ancient acupuncture, each season is paired with a set of meridians. Summer is paired with the heart/small intestin...

what happens when the river runs against your present parameters oh skin, bones, sinew--how you get in the way of simply allowing river's force to do what she does so elegantly- the world can turn on a herkimer diamond, make flutter furrows in the snow, and slip inside a greater consciousness like a love letter in my pocket prancing around in pajamas in places where no faces appear- just little trickles of thirsty river beds bellowing, "time to trim back the hedges, and speak stories out loud along side the mighty hudson, time to hear ancestral harmonies from douglas fir- soaring through each tiny pine frond" continuing to flow within the parenthesis of wave and rock fully festooned with the wind powered up to heal the flock how the softest of winds- the breath blowing candles makes watchful time equations when cuckoo clock stops when blowing out candles next to the one who wakes you up to yourself all along the riverside nev...

"Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion." ~ Rumi engaging in the cool damp of morning this moment could not be improved however hard the thought springs as eternal is always eternal- we're becalmed with random music, strong coffee, cats on lap, loving breathing out extraneous thought forms, as irregular north east wind in summer cleaving to the natural south westerlies until the mind rests in the oasis, mirroring: how the horizon cozies-- in between the stillness of cool blue pond, and the damp green trees of late spring words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

sitting up in bed knowing sleep will become me--eyes try to remain open--to try to read words of another poet i fall asleep, book's words pressed like precious violets, against my chest-- only to awake at midnight, book not altered, still open to the page, to the line that would begin my still bright longing into dawn words/photo of grape hyacinth~kate lamberg (c) '15~kath*odes

why when we gaze at squirrels sliding into the bird bath do we find humor- as if the behavior was out of context- when we have become enslaved by- commercial seduction: place clothes on bodies, apply makeup like warpaint, and hide behind pixeled texts; let us for one day wear nothing at all--let us not insulate each other from each other any more this is the time to simply sway, and wave as a willow- or as a freely opened door--walk on all fours, letting our most vulnerable selves grow parallel to the natural pulse of mother earth words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

and now we're mostly an earthen vessel at times hardening in the mid-day sun and times like these, we fill up... to the brim with blessed rain the business of the mind's demands has left us weary, courting human error waxing leaves welts on hands that try to understand by simple reaching we touch only --a breath above the tireless soil- right now in an uproar of furrowed grace receiving rain on durga's face this sturdy oak-- still central in eagle's broad eyed view while taking time to do tai chi in the yard, by the dogwood tree words/photo~kate lamberg (c) kath* odes '15

photo~kate lamberg (c) '15 Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out. ~zen master ryokan