Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

Funny how years fly by, yet minutes take their sweet time! when the still harvest moon sets behind the line of aspens we look in reverence- no one ever tries  to change the shape, color, presence that falls from view- yet lasts as long as we breathe hope-- for hearts on fire inspire the wind to slap us happy, and get us up to stand for what is most important- to remember anyone's presence--those dead, and those still alive  weeds are there to pull gently after it's been rainy and cool--then we can observe the jewels that hang on in the garden true friends are not impressed with honors, just holy presence performed in the dark, in the light, and the seamless changing of the guard, found at dusk and dawn- when promises flourish across the ruby fields of chrysanthemums, the golden sunflowers standing for their truth, before bending down in humbleness, kissing their heads to the ground-- seeds scattered for another go-round next summer--when the end of august give...

hearts manage not to get crushed when not taking actions of another personally--- it's either everything is personal, or nothing is; she chooses the latter, and suffers less she climbs the ladder, scales the heights- yet finds herself more often than not seeking the ground level of pink clover and red sumac-smelling like the sweet and tart lemonade they shared the promise that was placed in the crook of the oak-- in the heart of the meadow, on a warm garnet afternoon in june-  when the promise of love and togetherness ended up being heard by the sky above a single black bird, the intervening moon, the poem scribbled on the nearest oak, the unfinished tune ~kate lamberg (c) '18

if all of us in the usa were a priority...(options are relegated to what to wear, and what ice cream flavor to taste) the whole nation would not be in so much  despair call it denial (I don't care)... I am closing the curtain  on the horror show for just a little while going to do my art, so I can garner up some positive energy, JOY within, between me and my friends, and me and my beloved earth turning away from the news, the paper, the tv--going to find my self some lasting harmony by the river, climbing trees,  being me

boundary-less the riches we seek are deep within the structure of our own flowered souls spilling past the boundaries (between each other) that would have us be defined as separate rain falls on the roof waking from a dream- amazed how forgiving, truth how exhausting, lies we release them like butterflies beyond our grasp  wind again reminds us how very light and clear are souls who see themselves in all things ~kate lamberg (c) '18

rain wakes  sleeping beauty out of a dream state  to one of sighs, cries for those whose stories won't be taken seriously for those egomaniacs wielding lies--like body parts-- in the dark night of evil doing how corrupt souls can be-- swimming upstream, trying to seem pure, untainted, like a little innocent minnow born shining boggles my buddha brain, who lives around my belly- reminding me to step away from drama-- just breathe--just listen to the cleansing rain purifying the air of the stink and sting of dishonesty kate lamberg (c)  '18