Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

for emma, and  all the children~ sun cascades on snow, now, almost a memory; like afternoon butter light- shifting into kali's night stars appear to be not that far away--still they flicker- fine-tuning not the wisdom found on ouiji boards, or pop psychology, dished out by PHDs just the sheer innocence, experience based, fueled by the heart....and articulated with purity-- possibly can be the grand opening this nation needs to destroy bigotry and greed a bravery I never saw in my own high school years- the complacent seventies.... muted, and asleep  let's dig in and get deep, let's get messy and real for brighter days ahead, and nights of peaceful sleep  photo/poem~kate lamberg (c) '18

"As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd still be in prison." ~Nelson Mandela - lemons, limes, hard times leaving them behind, by the door where white doves are witnessed a new reason for singing celebratory--  kicking heels, and soaring high  above our tense, tongue tied world magnificent minds, & beauteous bodies  do fly!   words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it. ~Vincent Van Gogh   a well constructed bridge dances across scary waters fearless learning on the job the difference between making a pencil point, or an erasure intentions for integrity are treasures, beyond sweet buttercup kindness centered on open-aired  theatre:  language,  movement, music, breath suspends  fear, allowing rest! ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

for my father~ waking to a dark warm silence birds begin to sing only after she sips slowly, the first strong cup of coffee-- with thoughts of missing her father-- the rain begins to pour clean upright patterns--to somehow cleanse the salt stream, & to soothe the heart moving towards a greater assemblage still so early- even the birds sing shorter songs she knows somehow the value of brevity no thing in the world could hold more meaning than simply to steep in the growing light listening with a greater intensity leaving her insatiable mind to narrow, melt, vanish without a trace of heavy weeds no longer keeping her from breathing freely so early in the morning, this rain scented air spreads its healing fingers, strokes her temples a testament to time & a learned willingness to begin, without wavering a still lake on fire words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

dream fragments form whole worlds: golden scroll, buddha bowl kyoto snow    haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18

cat jumps up,  and warms a dancer's lavender flannel lap sap rises within   the cherry trees three leaps away, as the mercury drops... sun rises in the frigid forgiving march air without a care  to the consequences hardened snow, with frozen leaf chunks let the high winds toss them across the hardened meadow where the live, yet leafless - sweet, yet flowerless cherry trees do breathe the ones that will wait for the opportune time to open their pink soft feminine fragrance, will allow the new baby blossoms to cart-wheel around the yard, around the corner, leaving seeds to bury in the garden-- on the south west corner of this brick long house a sapling to be witnessed -- perhaps without anyone worthy of her beauty to notice it perhaps to be witnessed by   someone who would stop, and bring the buds close to his countenance to whisper "love yous" never heard with so much warm moist breath before  perhaps...

Find a place to sit or lay down and allow the the music of your choice--  to sweep over you, opening, releasing, re-balancing mind body and spirit! Wishing  my family of friends  a most magical beautiful first day of Spring ! No matter what is happening on the outside, rest in the wisdom of your own pure vitality,  harmonious health, and glorious bright spirited well-being! You are joy peace and love  realized from within.... through listening to pure sound, and crystal silence!....   To be in the world, yet not be of the world. Wishing everyone a peaceful bright healthy joyful, and harmonious Spring!  

1- why wind meshes with a brutal cold, impossible to hold it still then on its merry way- vanishes around the corner of a prayer lending reprieve- for the time it takes to sing one stanza from the songs of solomon icy green earth meets up with sleepy blue sky a kind of funeral dirge for those flowers who could not survive the hard forces of icy blue sky air- the stringy hair of a mythic norse character she wears turquoise satin, and pearls and makes her way through-- cloud bursts, a messy sleet, her auburn hair holding up the sky's deep chill-- sprinkling healing from the temporary cloud formations--slicing the blue sky air with a respite of time 2- as we redirect our anger into a more polite form of postcard writing standing up as the mountain who doesn't get destroyed by high winds lets the slapping turn into a music of flapping wings from snow geese our children, and all who live with challenges--to stand, lift up, and fly above the white house now a greying cadaverous dung...

1- how morning picks up the light how morning picks up the light, and runs for its own life... is peculiar to people who stand for something other than the chatter of blue jays: the pushing parables-- individuals who cannot stop convincing you that-- their beliefs bend doors open- a perverted documentation: a mysticism, without doing the research; how profound to read Neitzche, underlining in bold yellow the words that loom wise, without the context found through a life time of living boldly the character Zarahustra.---can cause 2- a dead authour a dead authour to wiggle in a death bed, lined with leaves of poems, evidencing a world shut tight from the fresh wind of a time-- tarred and feathered a stuckness sells out too quickly perseverates its self to know more than the one who cut the wood and stacked it the one who carried the water to his daily chair to sip the cool liquid- a reward for the sweat, toil, and tears- set ...

1) blues blare in the living room blues blare in the living room, sun seen  through the north facing windows- where last week's wind slam banged without thoughts of consequence the truth handles anything those who witness the harm from natural elements can learn lenience with human beings who often will-- without knowing hurt and bruise those closest to them-- holy wars of consequence still strike as harsh as a freezing winter rain without blame, we pick up the pieces of the puzzle- a scene from the grand canyon: tiny shards of red clay, and slices of a blue grey colorado river-- melding with flecks of green, from hearty trees spilling leaves, along the southern rim- 2 ) sky, serving eyes of explorers sky, serving eyes of explorers, nourishing nature lovers, so much so- a piano got air lifted down to an island in the stream- for an informal operetta, at the apex of a stirring sunset- the red rock's shade intensified..... when the stars ...