Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

"No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself." - Virginia Woolf  the tinny guitar in the corner  keeps collecting dust  how the melody gets played out is heard without a single pluck of the strings her focus is on writing until each word shines on its own not caring what bird tiger or lion breathes inside the scene of her own creation  she writes, not caring who cares how she spends her time, she lets go of the anger, spouted  from having to please people to no end   when their part of the friendship equation yields a single goose egg, equaling zero reciprocity allows  genuine  ease in the back and forth banter,  'suzanne the plans  they made..'  ..on its heavy head she writes because that is the only way to seize the day, to harness the cloud- to discover the hurt that had slept a very long sleep--- beneath the growing sun to know the sun and the moon are alone in the ...

the unending pulse  of the almighty sea-- plunges and rises for willing ears to hear, wide eyes to see the constant moan of the wind, the scratching of newly planted pines in the southern garden frost, attached to trees, shrubs, cars, and cement -- making cold a kind of tough love we have learned to more than endure some things, beyond our control- force us to listen even more intently to give up all the drama of "whose fault it is", and to  get on with the story of healing our own lives freedoms found through a walk in the woods-- echoing the sounds of breath, woods, and sea- pooling as one wild and free entity   ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18

winding paths in the brain remain open, breathing, become even braver no longer pretending nothing happened carrying the weight of woe on backs, letting hearts droop to receive endless tears from all the losses as in a full pond of mariner green, sunflower yellow, cordovan brown earth grounding the heights of holy terrors-- mamma earth  hears our cries she lets us sob deeply into her grassy chest-- soothing for awhile- the deadened breath the healing for all beings begins in the silent darkness of each soul renewing faith festooning a song with major warm chords--changing the corners of hearts into roundness in time, connecting-- all points of the globe in spherical celebration - kate lamberg (c)'18

she is working on a manuscript, from spring to fall- that is all poems,  edited like tilling the soil in spring--trying to multi-task....paying attention to everything green removing the fluff of dandelions, leaving the roots of words intact--  lessening the clutter of extraneous beauty excising the useless pretty temporary blurts... for sharper clearer stars, seen inside the peripheries--the depths of willful dark nights and in late fall, the poems  stand like leafless leathery trees--ready to fall lightly on the pages the stark silhouette of terraced words pressed to vanilla sheets leaving the laundered poems to stand by themselves the poet, just the launderer as poems pelt like a chilly october rain-  authored by both- joy and pain what winged beast, being herself could bring creation better than the gentle willow, whose wood constructs the shelf all the dead poets' books line  ......simply divine ~kate lamberg (c) '18

being alone in the dark space of morning- rain sashaying so lightly that she had to open all the windows without worry, the thoughts of excess spill in spirals-- akin to the invisible stars sighing beyond the tangible soak of saturday rain-how could any one disdain the words giddyap on and on  like drunken sailors, singing songs for circe vessel going nowhere....awash with wind, salty fish flapping  on fine teak planking 'Thirsty boots', and 'Norwegian wood' heard by an enchanted mermaid, becomes a classic surrendering serenade for the mermaid moaning,  'groove me, move me baby,' now it's simply, sit by my side,  'in the sunshine of your love'* words/photo- kate lamberg '18