Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

returning to the sweetness of butter cookies baking, music from lands I've never stepped upon monstrous choices, left on the foothills of the Himalayas the time has come to believe my own starry visions, and dare to dance my dreams in earth tones wrapped in a warm fabric, woven with the magic of my earliest teachers now vanished from bodies, still smiling, helping me to align my crystal rivered visions with the keen eyes of  wolves, owls hawks, and cardinals flying through obstacles..... returning to be nothing more than a self- loving human- being, at peace with the querying.... kjl '18

"I have fallen in love with the imagination. And if you fall in love with the imagination, you understand that it is a free spirit. It will go anywhere, and it can do anything." ~ Alice Walker we cannot choose the falling of the rain, nor the timbre of the music--how it keeps playing voices of ancestors deep within the cloistered forest letting soul's beauty to keep rain sticks, french horn, crickets, church bells a ringing through thickets stirring naked feet to dance- rain soaked clover to summer sky, romance earth bound we ground knowing our roots we gaze up to what shall be braiding all of eternity in one song we hear-- steering clear of lies, our life can be pure lullaby words/photo~ kate lamberg (c) '17

the whispered phrases of speech faded into a smokey gray morning sky they were heard by the first bird-- at five am soon she realized  how little she needed.............to take up such a small space on the globe she-shape shifter, sprouted wings shape shifted, skittered- scattered, scratched in a low berried thicket momentum built to lift off-- without those hesitation blues to fly from the frozen tundra, and raise the bar of any expectations left on hold by the water falls, and through-- cold orange clay mountains bending to her whim-- like mouths open at a candy shop the falling-- the most natural excusable response-- when fly too high in the pi sky forces a homesickness for a blue green earth its acceptance, paramount to dreams' continuance its music, sung in low tones-- that would once tear her heart out now, the ancestral songs of her grandmother setting the tone for further flight deep into the night-- visages of peach and mocha cli...

For Jimi Hendrix-  a strange brew that makes sense  joy leaps through the sadness,  peace outlives the rage      babies, cats, and trees waving holy pomegranates, and gifts of greens growing through the barn wood fence  hold on baby, the best part is  now-- is nearing-- is you  sweet rainbow stream sweeps us up into a stain glassed gavotte'...   eagle touching sands and lifting--  to kiss a mottled gray sky- oh my,  oh my!  madness has dissipated-  drunk on love  has us surrounded  by its warmth, and crazy  shine of rain on the corn stalks--  and we dance..... kjl '18  'Dancers', by Matisse