Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

Dried trees stand limp and lifeless. There has been no rain for almost two weeks, requiring gardener to hand water what is left of the summer garden flowers. They are ready to quit, to leave this earth on this late summer day.  Even the crickets and cicadas have lost their impetuous singing at dusk and at dawn. The stillness coupled with the damp heat forces the gardener up before the sun would rise. A tiny breeze at seven a.m. acts as a mini prayerful reprieve. So much has been lost, yet so much can be savored. Tomatoes and corn, show- stoppers at all the farm stands bring folks to buy locally, and to cook native vegetables and fruits. Harvest time is upon us. What dear friends are we harvesting in our soul--to keep the temperate sun of summer within our hearts-- throughout a long snowy winter? May integrity, compassion, and non-harming guide our choices, with fruitful outcomes of lasting inner peace and joy! -kate lamberg

1) her emotions feel pond-like, self- contained ---- she could spend an entire string of cool cloudy days like these--  a tightly strung string of green adventurine beads, cool against cheek bones grateful for the resources springing into little natural springs of believing self-- 2)  amidst the lies that have become a foundation-- this shaky political arena, some call democracy... proof unravels like a cheap trashy novel left out in the rain--  smutty parts ripped out, flung across the river-- confetti bits finally fall to the unconcerned ground gossipers take joy in painting caricatures 3) the honesty of a mother's love turns into rain clouds  daughter's need for space to create orchestrates one gala placid clear sky here, where seasons don't lie, they become a broken record-- 4)  the stupidity of the climate change deniers--  cleaving to their fancy time shares--there will be less time to share those ersatz dwellings...

what ever happened to the sounds of sincere humming, dangling waterfalls, seabirds,  and the gentle  swishing of the rushes by the bay.....hay stacked up to the ceiling in the barn scented in green tea and just picked apples--soon sliced for pie, high in the rockies without imagination, there becomes no declaration of freedom ida reds, macouns, golden delicious bunches of apples cooling in barrels jazzy mid-western film plays out  no chance for a single  breeze or sunshine-this whole afternoon kate lamberg 8-20-18

" Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up." - Pearl Buck the evening's sky settled in like a toddler belly flopping in the shallow end of the pool..  the swimming teacher gave up on this wild child. -- whose resistance to learning how to swim made her prey to gazing at seagulls and butterflies... skimming over the blue chlorine scented pool--in a neighborhood where everyone had them floating on her back, she prayed for her turquoise stingray spinning on the dead-end black top block, and her ballet slippers sweeping  a hard wood floor-- sweet chopin playing waltzes-- as she would dance in threes--  never a care for pop up fires or leaks, leading to floods-- within the spooky rambling ballet studio she later learned to be a little guppy fish--in an ocean of stars, dancing on the surface of the wavering waters - kate lamberg (c)'18

clump of redness, sunrise moments later, gray sky not grasping, peace becomes  fine-tuned,  understood magically the truth of our being returns with wide open warm arms--  how we revel in the returning unraveling all the deceptions we have created for insulation- the soul paralysis of this collective nation  must turn to dust upon the swish of a daisy comes instant recall so abrupt- we stand up, take action - kate lamberg

a luminosity found where neighbors talk with each other, beyond the divided news, beyond the hated missiles, bombs, families broken to bits- not trying to reach an understanding at the peace talks, but purely living an understanding--being the peace, breathing the love! words/photos- kate lamberg (c)'18

sky at sunset offers a healing not seen in the material world as thinking clouds our vision, open hearts see pure unity diving into the heart of humanity, no one is left behind treating all as equally as how one does not play favorites with flowers or trees digging into the core of what it means to plainly be tethered to each other for eternity

Listen to your body: rest, hydrate often during these hot humid late summer days! August- October 2018 schedule Healing treatments: Barefoot Shiatsu, Polarity, Reflexology, Deep tissue,  Postural integration, One on one Gentle Yoga: Monday- Saturday 9-6pm Gentle Yoga classes: Monday, 4:30 pm Friday, 8 am First class free; 20 per drop in, 100. for 10 classes, to be used in 90 days. Healing Journey Retreat: Occasional Saturdays,  9:30 am- 12 noon One on one gentle yoga, Sound healing, Reiki hands on, Guided meditation, Deep relaxation. 30. donation With Yogi kate, Director of The Center for Natural Healing, healung facilitator, one on one hatha yoga/ meditation instructor. Registration, directions: healerkate77@gmail.com 631-334-2663 September 22, October 20th

cats insisted on waking her at 1:30- a bird sound ignited their curiosity  all momma wanted was to return to her dream of flying over canyons-- gazing at acres of mid-western farms,  in the classic rectangles of green, brown, orange, yellow...  from below her random temporary wings-- offering a  sweet tart taste  of realized freedom--  arteries, veins, muscle and bone, a homing pigeon steering closer to a classic vision of "welcome home"  for all who choose to wander beyond the bordered fiction--  a universal fellowship will always be-- our inalienable right..without a fight- bathed in the light, melting borders-- sea gulls fly freely katyajo (c)'18