Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

Mondays: Gentle/Chair Yoga 4PM- 5:15 PM Fridays: Gentle/Chair Yoga 9:30- 10:45 AM Mini Saturday Retreats Saturday, January 13, '18 'New Year Retreat' Saturday, March 24th, '18 "Spring Fling Retreat' Gentle Yoga, Meditation, Sound Healing Time to relax, renew, meet like minded souls. 10 am -11:45 am~ Retreat 12 Noon- One~ Optional pot luck lunch! Please bring a side dish. I'll have a hearty stew or soup and salad. Kindly refrain from bringing: anything with wheat/dairy/sugar as many are either sensitive or allergic. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~ Reserve your spot (space is limited). Suggested Donation: 25. RSVP, always by the Wednesday prior to the Saturday retreat. healerkate77@gmail.com. or.....631 334-2663, please leave message. Please leave your name, email, and phone # when you confirm your spot. Directions will be sent at that time. Kate Lamberg, BA, LMT, Reiki Master, Sound Healer, Yoga/Dance/Medit...

near the newly opened irises making all the thoughts spill into earth, transposing a song began in D - to change into C--it's important to me to be clear of no obstacles feet no longer dragging-- to taste the ooze of cedar bark dripping, to realize while skipping that earth, and trees, and all things sacred--are meant to meld with minds, open to pursue the art of no expectations late enough in the morning to capture the sun in the crook of that japanese maple-- now, a bleeding crimson red so deep- i stop to breathe-- relaxing in the swirling, newness encircling: belly chest neck scalp want to dance, scream, yelp it's happening again- this restless spring--slowing down to prayer in a juxtaposed mountain air that lake from '66 still felt in the memory of my long bones' dancing on a grassy hill before i knew a blessed thing about politics, before i would worry about how to get anything done, and to have anything be won... i rest ...

it is in the reaching for stars at night in the darkness that is heard as prayer when at dawn those silver pointed gems appear floating atop the river moving to be emptied into a greater sea it is in the shoots of stars listening not unlike the shoots of newly born greens from wild iris flowers earthing to remind us that- no sincere prayer would ever go unheard in the world of natural breathing- of green blue waters heaving- insincerity leaving the scene of a life lived with simply caring baring rainbow fish arched beyond all time, and places remapped, mirrored to understand one honest heart trembling at a single word one hand atop another-- a sister or a brother one song from a single bird each one hearing it as from the other words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17