Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

  Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach –waiting for a gift from the sea." ~Anne Morrow Lindberg watching the morning sun climb up the red brick building as the new born purple clematis climbs, intertwines with the red japanese maple, not yet touched by the sun- whose rays now work her magic on the eastern side of the building here, we see, how among trees and bricks- patience is not learned, but breathes the very fabric of its being (words and photo by kate lamberg..(c) '16)

driving over to the beach some words became revealed: confirmed when picking up a small whisp of a feather a newly born swan baby was here; her dad showed up when she turned to look at the sea doing a spiral twist on the sand encompassing an infinite grand salt water rippling affect " i am not moved by your story-- only in the telling of it " so this is how a witness can be moved beyond how a dreamscape does unfold: infinitely richer, rarer--- and more fragrant than gold words/photo~ kate lamberg (c) '16 ​

"Peace of mind is rooted in affection and compassion." ~ The 14th Dalai Lama kitties sleep in a figure eight yin yang- bespeaking the love they came into the world with-- only knowing peace- how they teach- the strength of gentleness ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

what strong wind watched with pure grace would leave the scene untouched who would be watched by a strong wind and not be moved to write a poem what river runs across fisherman's eyes without an utterance of celebrated sighs what rainbow fish emerges in an arc, above running river without pure joy what rainbow fish dives back into running river, in an arc -and doesn't feel her heavenly home who would deny the magic inherent in four eyes sighing, at one climbing flame who would be watched by an earth bound magic, and not be moved to show garlands of gratitude how many human beings does it take to kindle a string of lanterns, uniting all sentient beings of the world words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

sometimes when the creek runs high and the sky appears as tiny daubs of cornflower blue- breathing through and between the branches of the maple- its overly abundant leaves crowding the wide open spaces of a quiet sky-- we will walk besides the rising waters, as egrets incarnate--with grace we shall duck our heads to sip the moving waters, and stand without a single wobbling- centered, as if we had always done this dance- as if we awakened to just another coastal day- delighted with the fragrance of frangipani, whisper pink roses opening... without a lot of effort, so close to the edge of a rising moving creek so early, the tips of grasses still hold the morning dew in angel crystals-- as they are touched by a summer sun poem/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

the softest shade of grey swathed against a willing sky quietly we acquiesce the blues blare in a perfect corner- tasting the damp wind, the reckless rain how the white lace curtains flip and sway- doing a lindy blindly-- along the purple grooves the softest shade of grey does not attach its self to any outcome- so can be free to be grey without running a kayak amok at sand beach, low tide stepping through obstacles- observant of barbed wires- yellow jackets words/photos~kate lamberg (c) '16 *.'snap shots'= quick sketches;these stand alone or with each other.

flitting from dogwood to oak in the sanctuary- late afternoon the time some go for tea-- not me- usually napping-- but on this day was out walking between the intense green of tall grasses and the crispy brown barked woods found a patch of white pink clover to sit and gaze at my friends, those trees around the age of my grandparents the siting of a cardinal flitting- a streak of red in my right periphery- caused a quickening in my heart, reminding me that my father was attempting to contact me he said, "all that you do moves from that deep spot in your soul" and to "just do more of that" eyes filled with a salty rain to be shed in meadow, watering the clovers now, so close i felt to all those who went before me- to pure places of unwavering love, distilled soul reminding me that my work will continue-- to rock and roll with the beauty of the ones whose bodies have passed leaving forever their sweet essence to clothe me i...