Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose. ~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross unlike random rain drops, thought patterns are habits worn heavily, keeping out what must be heard we enter the silence like a morning bird, learning the fine art of deconstruction: noun, verb, adjective stripped of meaning aligns soul with an unfettered joy, as green bamboo peeled creates a flute- to begin some art again--randomly the rain falls on a diagonal paints visions of cedars upon the isinglass silence, as a wide open opaque sky-- steals the show, doesn't ask why- and we let it fly--- as confidence holds hands with not needing to know words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

i know not of what you suffer yet know the power found in universal prayer a candle lit, sitting cross legged helps so does the simple act of gratefulness speed up healing focusing on all that makes your heart sing, ring-- bling beauty! wishing you a spiral of bright stars, a whoosh of laughter as surprise- through dense green forest-- trees lit with the same golden glow within your mind, soul, and body angels on high- oh do let it be so-- words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15 *kathodes*

"Every journal is a confessional. If it’s in the first person, it cannot help but be. Unless the author of it lies to himself-—and that makes it even more of a confessional. For some reason, travel brings out confessions one would never make at home. I am trying to draw the rake of my journal over the landscape. Perhaps I will uncover something." ~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti asking why lawrence believed a travel journal to be more confessional than a home journal helps me get closer to the person, the poet who walked the streets of san francisco when many of the sidewalks, freshly paved led down to the bay, the bridge, the desert holding appeal in allowing those souls who thirsted for a beach shack, some time, pens, pencils, a brand new journal book, virginal and ready, waiting on the bedside of one small room sitting upon the vestige of a beach looking out to nowhere, wistfully we watch the time, letting our own curiousness pen poems that would win ...

"Not causing harm requires staying awake. Part of being awake is slowing down enough to notice what we say and do. The more we witness our emotional chain reactions and understand how they work, the easier it is to refrain. It becomes a way of life to stay awake, slow down, and notice." ~Pema Chodron she chose to stay awake most of the night- beyond choice--the gravitational pull of the new moon, not yet visible was all she needed to know her worthiness could bloom like a wild hisbiscus in the cooler blackness of night softly studded with stars the present moment, holding the rhythm of wildflowers, books, clouds unfolding- a non-reactive essence in the slow silence of feet letting go words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

Reiki One: Sept. 26th, Sept. 27th...10-3PM Reiki Two: Oct. 24th, Oct. 25th.......10-3 PM (you may sign up for just Reiki One, or Both Reiki One, and Reiki Two. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~~ ............*Learning to harness powerful healing energies*............... For physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual balance/healing. Mastery Level taught privately. With Kate Lamberg, BA, NY State Licensed Massage Therapist(since 1987), Reiki Master (since 2010), Musician, Poet, Dancer, Nature Photographer, Blogger. katyajo.blogspot.com Fees, directions, and all information: healerkate77@gmailcom May all be well in your world.

why thunder storms hold appeal must begin in childhood, when trees loom larger thunder booms louder and so we run for cover more excitably- running home with a storm cloud growing greyer in the sky my running in sandals, through puddles splashing running with all the faith of the western wind to bring me back to dry safety- at dusk when all the families on my block were beginning to orchestrate dinner barbeques cancelled- tablecloths and table settings quickly brought indoors for a make shift meal of zuchini and sweet corn omelette thick slabs of ruby red beef steak tomatoes, oozing the flavor of mid summer we dine accompanied with still the sounds of the rain, the wind now having died down....we take our time to talk about our warm sunny days as if they were strung out like an opal necklace stretched from the rocky north shore beach connecting to the other side of the now warm august harbor we, celebrants- rolling with the changes- cheering ...

just one infinite sky bespeaks how tiny we are yet, how we hold the key to our own vastness---awash within the coursing of blood--- the beat of stars, entering awe awe awe ~kate lamberg (c) '15

when the calling is complete the rain shall again burst forth what we mean (when we say) the calling is left for oblique interpretations as etched messages revealed in rock, dirt, sand...... whirl with power outside of how much strength breathes through the hand that reaches out to touch the one who shares the setting orange sun- no way of fully knowing will rise once more, splashing calder colors by the opposite shore- how the widened river runs unbeknownst to willow leaves drifting integrating both the origins and destinations-- while wondering how hearts on fire transpire to take all the time they need raw silky dough bakes until tapping on the exterior opens the door to explore the sweet glutinous steam swirling- to make known how subtle tastes like raspberry relics, rocking the rafters, without remorse a no nonsense approach spirited, we rise parallel to lengths of french breads their stories- always following the breaking- ...

big fat warm chords of wonder left their mark while she lay under one huge rain cloud--now, thunder! photo words~kate lamberg late july, '15