Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

The irises would bloom in twos and threes, while I was sleeping. I returned home-- after being away, and discovered nine more buds opening. Many stems boast of two, three, or even four buds, weighing the stems down to bend in a graceful bowing to the sun, the wind, and the rain. Usually when they begin to bloom, I stay close to the house and garden, so as not to miss any new baby buds. irises awakening in a cool wet april night.. growing rapidly..... bursting into song- 'behold each and every flower'---- rising up to touch .. a partial sun, a light rain, a groaning wind from the northwest ---- their essence is what I love best ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18

"The grateful heart sits at a continuous feast" Proverbs 15:15 turtle medicine shows up by the pond mid morning seemingly struggling for a safe spot in the sun wearing his years proudly he remembers the melody that hums in low tones- "hold onto the core of my limitless magnificence" as a tiny baby's breath becomes wind for a turtle lubbering from palatable pond to solid earth-- the exercise, flexing inherent mirth for another hundred years of gratitude--gardenias line the path of rebirth  kate lamberg (c) '18    egret photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

don't you love a grey day suiting a mood--like broken pencil points, smudged erasures, silver grey tap shoes in storage the gauzy grey mohair blanket folded, at the ready for a bone chill evening in april-- when the first of the hyacinths brighten the previous mood daffodils giving a temporary thrill a hendrix solo probing deeply in the darkness of a still saturday morning--freed from the predictable machinations settling into the cadence of her own design- dense with greens, pinks, whisps of unruly hair, spilled cold coffee, chilled ivories, plainly waiting for curved wintered fingers inner listening to her own beat, a water colored fellowship as santana, the beach boys, joni, judy, and miles warm the cold morning air-- rearranging her hair blessed rain removing- all the debris in the regions of a cluttered brain words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18

rain pours into the flower bed, coaxing the beginnings of hyacinth, iris, cat mint & one darling dandelion pops   through the lavender phlox soon, the cherry trees will sigh   in a circle, purplish pink,   sonorous as silken sashes writhing- just north of here but now, the rain obscures, withholds any thought of blossoms becoming it is only faith, and science operating-- a cooperation of the highest order! words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18

salsa riveting through  the living room of an un-escaped heart--  getting on with what is necessary to flow- live on  ones own fire  free falling through the amoeboed existence...   on high beams-- looking like a flowery fantasy--   flourishing before the  illusions set in flick- flacking through time zones of ballet studios--  navigating between new york and moscow ballancine where are you now? I feel the ballet was the major influence in molding my artistic sensibilities listening to bach or the bossa nova  never felt so  sensuous, sealing the wax of unusual proportions,  pedaling petals from a province I never lived in --provence foremost on my mind yellows and blues to decorate a kitchen--  designed to mimic in a respectful way-- that of monet, on a sunny sunday sundays he rested with wife--   after large exotic meals  he conceived, his helpers at the ready-  to cook for him   fish and fowl ...

  purple phlox peeks out in ancient kalimba tones, cradled by a cordovan earth, smelling like the good ground island soil she was raised on ... forsythia frolics first in a yellow line--- like a teenage cheerleader bravely boasting her first signs of womanliness-- while the beginnings of the sugar magnolia petals open into a mouthpiece for a saxophone, slightly moaning a funky new bossa nova..... as soon as night falls, cooler hard bebop sends thin sheets of blinding photosynthesis in leaves waking, growing, becoming-- as we sleep through the awakening birds below window at 5:15 am, signaling we are awake how the time is now-- is beside the point of unplugged upliftment hesitating no more through the floor of the meadow, she takes her plunge into both the unknown and the known escorted simply with one sacred heart glissade' ensemble', gran jete' chine', chine', chine' tambe', para boure' ' ~words/photo~kate...

the roof is almost completely covered with a heavy wet snow- catching the first rays of sunrise- burning eyes, softening snow-----we wake to find diamonds shining on the roof, and in the garden seeming to sigh--yet....no impatience found in the white frozen mush and soon, as flowers begin to pop on the ground, and way up   in the tips of trees we hold fast to believing, once again how hearts of human beings are quick to forgive, and to get on with it-- this precious stuff of life, leaning forward--as we catapult off the diving board of a hard cold winter into the soft fragrant earth   of an early spring--softening... the harshness of everything! ~words & photos~kate lamberg  

how we wonder if the stars and galaxies know better than ... the tiniest dew drop-- what makes for peaceful living   and then, a thought births a treasured book- some call it, 'leaves of grass', 'zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance', 'autobiography of a yogi', 'the way of the tao', or, 'the way of zen'    some skip the books, and attend to nature, listening patiently to their garden flowers, the greening trees, and the salty sea illustrating how we do not need a reason on earth to celebrate peace-- as peace is composed of love-- and love is all the molecules in the universe dancing birdsong at dawn, rain drops at dusk, the infinite light of stars, the blessing of sun light..... fully living, forever dancing  words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18

Healing treatments: Therapeutic Massage~ Swedish, Deep Tissue, Cranial-Sacral, Polarity, Shiatsu, Reiki,  Pre-Natal, Post Natal, One on One Yoga, Gentle Chair Yoga,  Sound Healing, Yoga Nidre'. Monday - Saturday...9-6pm  Saturday- 8-12 noon  Classes: Gentle 'Chair' Yoga-- For those who cannot do floor work, because of  limitations experienced  from  injury/surgery/fractures/sprains. Most hatha yoga postures can be adapted to chair yoga. Mondays, at 4:30 pm, and Fridays, at 9:30 am We do all the postures, and meditate seated in a chair.  Healing Mini Retreats: Offered  in Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter A 'sampler' of all the healing modalities Kate offers at the Center.  Gentle Yoga, Guided Meditation, Sound Healing, Yoga Nidre', Deep relaxation. Saturday, May 19th, '18 10-12 noon. With Kate Lamberg, NY State Licensed Massage Therapist, (since 1987)  Yoga/Meditation Instructor (since 1980) Yogi...