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In the spirit of unity, peace, compassion.

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internet peace doves Let's attempt to live our lives as Emily Dickinson suggests.... If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. ~ Emily Dickinson

A New Year, A New You!

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Center For Natural Healing and Creative Arts wishes you a Happy and Healthy New Year! NOW IN OUR 29th year, offering the best of natural healing in the three village area. Winter into Spring Schedule- 2016.......The year for  healing and positive well-being!! Therapeutic Massage, Shiatsu, Deep Tissue, Reiki, Reflexology, Polarity, Acupressure, Aromatherapy~ Monday-Friday                       10 am- 7 pm Saturday                                  9 am- 12 noon Gentle/Chair Yoga~                 Monday, at 4:30, Friday, at 9:30 With Kate Lamberg, BA, NY State Licensed Massage Therapist. Graduate of Swedish Institute. "Easing World Te...

why do we stay

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"How did the rose ever open its heart And give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light against its being, Otherwise we all remain too frightened. " ~ Hafiz why we stay as wall flowers, growing both towards, and away from the light sometimes left for intervals of time without mid-day brightness-- as windows face north to honor ancestral songs or east, welcoming surya sun to place our gaze to the quick thrill of southern sunshine, or the sometimes harshness of western warmth- so close to sunset- has, does, and shall move the light to bathe our souls in an infinite, fearless... rock and roll words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

'Here is the Pure land' (a 'gatha', or prayer)

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  Buddha is the autumn leaf Dharma is the floating cloud Sangha is everywhere My true home is here. Breathing in, the flowers bloom, Breathing out, the bamboo sways. My mind is free. I enjoy every moment. ~Thich Nhat Hanh (photo~kate lamberg (c) '15)

your not knowing is showing

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"I don't know anything, so I remember you, Son of the Wind" ( invocation to "hanuman chalisa" translated by krishna das, from FLOW OF GRACE) your not knowing is showing how you shine like glitter in winter sun scrubbed walking, without any single idea uppermost the thoughts of trees become pronounced el e gance worn both before and after words are spoken depth of breath burnt in third eye purple bead, incised magic what has always guided the humble path of sparrows narrowing, leading to expanding the vision of the one who dances with the wind of spiraling days catching both- solar and lunar rays we glide through another new moon cycling to create from clear cold air- one blessed without fear words/photo~kate lamberg (c ) '16

sepia tonalities

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changing filters to muted sepia no longer steeped in spring green we watch the softening a quiet celebration when woods only echo each successive step on leaves rained upon the previous damp day where one knows how a single foot can be placed in front of breathing skeletal forms-- walking through prickers, tics, a single holly shouts her red berried song roughness, smooth on contact spirit's intermittent dancing-- we become the in breath/out breath within the mushroomed wood words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

taking random trails in warbler woods

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"Not all who wander are lost."~ JRR Tolkien -for rick so deep in the thickness of trees, fallen leaves the sounds of breath and heart beats take over- obliterate thoughts that would ordinarily weigh the heart to arches of feet we spot tracks of horse hoofs heading west no need for a compass when the sun shines in between the mostly leafless pine and oak to be needless during holiday season frees hearts on fire to transpire; a lighter approach to woods ablaze with ancient song- the one melody that would allow the climbing of musty trees courted with a mind's eye- focused on both the dirt clung roots and the fringes of branches catching the light without trying to outshine any other; to own each step, sauntering slip sliding away without warring within private portholes- presently singing hands cupped on ears to amplify ringing as long as woods remain we walk with both the height of sun burning, and the falling rain words/p...