Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

strong wind, sounding like a plea for solidarity wind through the barest of trees....wake those sleeping poets, dreaming of new green leaves emerging the growth of a culture gone sour, like yogurt- everyone running for chocolate, diversions healing harmonics for a february morning- cold as steel re-establishing priorities: between arbitrary, and willful- patching the rough rips in the knees of blue jeans making whole a splintered culture, from the ground up not unlike replanting trees--to the light, and for the love of humanity--- forever blazing kjl '19

gathering books, journal, and art supplies--time for a little sunrise respite going to get a front row seat-- before the gulls and plovers sing in a high pitched  shrieking filling up the distant hills with  marina song and  treasured feathers, quietly landing on the beach-we've memorized from the sheer love of  gentle-- meeting wild--soft sand covering everything peering down at soft sand and feathers--we look up for guidance-- angel sun without a reservation, rises ~kjl  2/6/19

a walk in the woods brings more than  meets the eye: how soul dances, leaving no room for worry-- strolling feet--  between melting  blue gossamer ice,  and a rich cordovan mud kjl- feb 4 '19