Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16 sunshine bursts through rain clouds warm golden streaks in the west, muddied grey skies to the north we are heading for cooler clearer skies practice kindness and compassion whenever you possibly can beginning with one's self let your own self-honoring serve to inspire others allow mutual respect to re-create all the love that ever existed as it is infinite, & inexhaustible bright blessings, enduring love, kate

picasso was in the corner bent over playing a guitar the wallpaper, a muted cadet blue sitting beside him was camus- trying to talk to a stranger standing, while ordering a drink, something called a 'sidecar' was that woman from madrid all dressed in red with no itinerary beyond her divorced mid life crisis she decided to make a go at sailing across the pond we refer to as the atlantic trust has much to do with how good a sailor would be out on the wild open sea but i am diverging some more from the parted fruit wood tree that stands hip high in the center of the yard, local birds swoop down to peck at berries that dropped after the thunderstorm by dawn, they are sleeping in- only stirred by the beginnings of long tapered fingers incised in the shadows of our sun's light making huge triangles of crimson between the eves and the highest red brick colors dazzling, reds become more rouge "roja roja roja" a voice sings from the rooftop ...

The moon will be full in the sign of libra, tomorrow, Wednesday, the 23rd of March.  This coincides with an eclipse. If skies are clear, I'll be out looking at the sky. Join me in spirit! I won't be posting as often for the next few months, as I proofread and edit my manuscript, "Informed by Water" ..New Poetry,  my first poetry collection to be printed.  Excited about doing everything except printing. If you are interested in having a sneak preview of the book, or even the entire manuscript (with acceptance of reading it with a bright red inked pen, email me please:healerkate77@gmailcom Back to work my friends! Happy Spring Equinox! Joyful Easter and Happy Passover!  Enjoy the light, the longer days! Unplug everything,and just take a walk in the woods. It will do you much good. ~ciao for now, kate

rosebud tree reminds me of waking up at the zendo feeling no conflict- simply being purple blossoms, pensive perfection--designed to remind whomever ventures over to gaze at the haze of a mid april morning-- to rise-- with the spokes of new born leaves 'rosebud' photo/poem~kate lamberg (c) '16

sun weaves through sky & harbor revealing the soul of the place, no longer simply documenting a moment in time words/photos~kate lamberg (c) '16

    rain paints windows with crystal beads, as traffic begins to move more slowly a greater quiet surrounds the garden we can hear the red wings swooping patti smith sings, unaffected by the rain that continues to nurture nature suffused with culture like oranges in a crate culture endowed with nature like the crab apple tree by the highway coffee sipped in a ceramic mug bought in alburquerque ten years ago captures memories.... still- it's the scent that reminds us- of the ancient- of our souls ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

iris photo~kate lamberg (c) '16 "The image of the morning sun in a dewdrop  is not less than the sun. The reflection of life in your soul  is not less than life." ~Kahil Gibran

the times i told you to be quiet, stay over there, and not gravitate to my word clusters is both annoying and refreshing- how you balance sentences- insisting upon being right, written, rehearsed, and a part of all that word orgy we lean into excess--and call a poem we are not home yet still the cold morning air on fire with potential sun, arching over syllables a giggle translates into an open gate, green light missing the yellow by a fraction division of this country leaving me on my head, wondering why not more of us can see four and twenty blackbirds, white swans, yellow finches, red tanagers, and bluebirds baked in a pie now try to convince your neighbor it is possible, and you've won me over- the classical etude meeting up with belligerant burning wide jazz chords is there no way to run a railroad in human terms ~words/photo~ kate lamberg (c) '16

"Without change, something sleeps within us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken!" ~Frank Herbert dreamer, awaken and douse your face with cool rain water scooped from the stream running no where in particular, yet covering ground- making love, as miracles shine with the claritas of angels words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

trees entwined in sepia, swoon while tall grasses sigh haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) *kath*odes*  '16

so, you want to know how I can tell? shhh, the secret is worshiped throughout the rising green mountains, the teal waves--how the orange sun can dance through any roadblock with the poise of porpoises, and the fragrance of wild california poppies- spring is being birthed below our feet, and beyond-- why not traipse around the sea wall created by a mind that can be idle and still revel in the abundance: how we all step up to the love buffet words & photo- kate lamberg (c) '16

I awake and grab a mug of hot coffee, black, no sugar. I open to the universe. I say a prayer of thanks for my teachers and ancestors who allowed me the blessing and miracle of this beautiful life. Sitting in meditation, a theme for a poem immediately comes into view. I write non-stop for five to ten minutes. Take another sip of coffee. I go back and edit for punctuation/spelling/line-breaks changes. I step away, and go about my day. At the end of the day, I re-examine the poem. Is it good enough to salvage? If so, it is shared.