Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

    what I love more than a gathering of words is a gathering of poets who choose to listen  to each other as birds are born in the mighty oak towering over us in mid-july where we all are in our struggles- what's key is to be free and easy with ourselves- while birthing, sweating poems as prayer as other natural labors persist like one precious pearl jammed cargo trudging seamlessly- with soft strains of janis and jimi, and the jefferson airplane a solitary sparrow chirps in the oak, while a few blue jays obnoxiously let out a single vowel- a note held for far too long as if forever clung to each note, surely getting closer to a resolution freer than malted barley now exceptionally quiet hushed, harboring no guilt grinning, forgiving, moving on kjl 7/9/19

staying cool, she visits the garden before sunrise the black eyed  sues appear so orange next to the polished bright white rocks and the dark cordovan soil, damp from yesterday's rain looking to the northwest, she sees whole worlds waking up looking directly north she notices the east side of the red brick building across  the lane become illuminated-- no shame! looking within she hears her breath and heart beat-- strong and steady her heart beats out a rhythm akin to hiking in the high sierras-- pine air thin, sky sharply blue or maybe a little samba beat: to lure the coolness of an ocean wave, or a chilled mojito  deep breathing is the new breathless out of control becomes no control watching the river, the sun, the clouds nestle and divide,  come together in every kind of weather spirit is roused, light as a feather kjl '19

If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day" ~Leonard Cohen to become the ocean, she had to let go of all resistances diving into the icy blue harbor she felt her self becoming more whole allowing resistance to leave she was able to dive more deeply becoming more fluid her soul swept the ocean floor with the greatest peace coming up for air she realized, and began to own her infinite amphibious nature she celebrated her wholeness in water, air, and upon the sacred earth she touched softly and walked upon-- within her inborn freedom, and steely strength words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

the moon was orange with a kaleidoscope of color draping around her like a royal breath of purpose parading around those sleeping and awakened souls-- seeking solace without wings melting worrisome questions, as the strips of her satin garments whip us all into a serenity-- not found picking clover in the pasture a new vision venturing to make sense of the mess u.s. is in--balancing the books- hooks, crooks.... nooks, and crannies offering courage, smoothing the crease-- with the music of geese, passing through words/ photos - kjl '19