Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

  setauket   harbor~ kate lamberg (c) '19    cool august night air lets us open windows, feel the blue breeze buffeting moods-- elevating, like mourning doves quickening-- this time of great transitioning-- how we all open to receive the newly born apples and pears-- remembering when their blossoms drew us up to dance in a warm butter spring-- now the sweet tart fragrances of chilly dark mornings--dry crisp leaves paving the lanes we travel- tenderness tugs-- weaving with the memories of past autumns-- in a quiet bittersweet resolve-- summer, we've had quite enough of your hot tempered ways--fair adieu!

major warm chords-- become love as prayer     simply staying present to witness miracles  

the cosmos is loaded with ideas: as artists we keep our paintboxes, journals, and songbooks open to capture the manna the manna that becomes the direction for the poem or painting or song the collective consciousness is where we line up as artist souls-- to dream a similar dream, or to create something that echoes each other    pointing to the sense: we are more alike than different we all receive uplifting images, or terrible news, and we all fall down in real time we get up, and breathe in the same blue sky  words/photo~katyajo (c) '19

 Her pen flowed tai chi like--as if dancing in slow motion-- smudged in shades of green, purple, and turquoise. Under a warm salty sea, she was found writing her heart out of its shell. Her words fell abruptly onto the sandy sea bottom. Freedom bubbles rose up through the saline waters she knew too well. Then, stillness and silence enclosed her like a sari--healing the emotional body, on contact with the jeweled embodied colors of  the sea.  photo by katyajo (c) '19

  a glimpse into into the living room i grew up in dad would put the vinyl record on the phonograph: JS Bach for solo cello, or Chopin waltzes and i would swirl, hop, jump, and leap using various end tables to create a ballet barre i remember mostly being alone after dad would put the record on i remember not suffering from loneliness -- it never had a place to lodge in my heart most good art unravels from a disciplined start how happy i was to become the music spinning...through pirouette, and chine' turns-- always grinning kate lamberg (c) '19   the dancers, by Matisse'

five fifty five a.m. sun rises in the east, while we steep in whisper pink

wood blocks, iron bell, silence follows sound in buddha hall at five am haiku and photo~katyajo '19

the mountain inspired a day hike-- a walk in the clouds its prize--after the sweaty climb up the rocky steep incline what was discovered at the top was thinner air, a nd a view to frame for postcards sent home to friends she adjusted her lungs to the thinner air,  and set her camera on the ledge for a panorama view of the surrounding mountains-- the  warm air of late summer a soggy BLT sandwich never tasted so good, w ashed down with lemon mint iced tea,  the ice now fully melted on the descent down the mountain she kept uppermost in her mind-- perspective, persistence, "perpetual change..". humming an old Yes tune to herself, she sensed her breathing slowly relax-- renewing faith in change--and in her self how the mountain climbing reminded her--- never to give up in the face of adversity in believing in one's perspective never undermines others' perspectives but simply creates a space to be  more accepting  of the differences in e...

  branches scratch sky mt fujii clouds, in a waltz making memories in threes   11-22-18  haiku/photo~katyajo (c) '18

 photo~ british virgin islands, by kate lamberg (13) The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.  - Ralph W Emerson...

    (with  a nod to joseph campbell)   we leave behind what is unnecessary  for our own inner evolving.... and ultimately for all the earth's inhabitants.  we release that which doesn't serve our highest good.. in order to have space... to fill ourselves up with new clarity, new vision, new creative force--  realized in blessings that arrive through wise choices, and imagery-- to prepare ourselves for the journey to end all journeys!!  so we can be our highest selves in a world-- seemingly offering many choices......  we realize it becomes a choiceless choice. SO BE IT! kjl '19

   pure intention, is why we conjoin at common sounds, make music, and let love be the ballast for blessed chemistry we sing within our silken selves radiant as the sun's ceaseless fire by day..... the moon's opal glow soaring in the night sky..... and we--floating in the infinite sea....grounded on the spinning earth--arrive at tranquility words/golden moon setting on lion gate night-kjl '19

   She painted on flat white rocks flowers and rainbows--and gave them away as gifts to her friends.     There was a lifetime of making shells and tiny stones sing-- when she used to fling them into the salty sea-- when the water was pure and pristine. Sometimes her tears pooled with rain water and sea water-- cleansing from within-- the outpouring          of overwhelming emotions. At times, those emotions grew too huge for her slender frame. She regained  her balance.  The seaweed and the polished stones, along with the constancy of the waves ...calmed and softened the rough edges she had wrestled with while  living in oblong structures.  words/ photo--kjl '19

   "When a great adventure is offered, you don't refuse it. "  Amelia Earhart the wind whips around the thoughts that kept her  stationary...as she yields to touch the peripheries of a new found lifting up through the the fringes of late summer leaves- beyond to taste the clarity of defying gravity--as flight replaces all that is earth bound flying in a flood, a rush of new blood in sky air a hush of august rain to these truths she cannot abstain-- naturally, she,  like  a parched field to a light rain--  does yield ~kate lamberg (c) '17

“There is nothing more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little." Claude Debussy Sunset  photo by katyajo  (c) '19

 photo by katyajo (c) '19 “If you approve of yourself, you can approach people totally, without seeking approval. You realize that their reaction has to do with who they believe you are, not with who you really are. So their approval is just icing on the cake because you already have what’s most important: your own love.” ~ Byron Katie

     sacred time bathes us in messages dusk holds our confidences-  as we lean in  to a darkening evening earlier darkness pools with quieter birds flowers in garden--moving towards inevitable death still black eyed sues bellow their bright yellow chorus overshadowing the last of the orange lilies enhancing the low blush of begonias looking grand- bordered by iris greens and the beginnings of russet mums mums being the grand dame of this garden- soon flashing tones of cranberry, russet burnt orange, wine grape we stroll the perimeter of the surrounding rich green grass blissfully barefoot- beads of dew at dusk stick to our soles and lift our souls in quiet hymns providing peace to all who simply take the time to stroll between two worlds the light bright world of what we purely see and the dark subdued world of magic- of sublime mystery words/photo kate lamberg (c) '19

The openness, beauty, free flow between the two friends sometimes becomes severed. When this occurs, it appears like a slice of lightening, breaking the sturdy oak of friendship into two clean parts. A heart felt oneness, without a need for definition, suddenly requires illumination.. with an attempt to understand the human spirit, the natural tendency between people. No one is free from experiencing this...if one chooses to remain transparent, vulnerable, and truly loving. To be a loving human being always reveals ( to the other) a flawed human being. Do our friends stand back in judgement, or do they, with a wide open heart... continue to love, and attempt to understand us--who simply reflect our friends' own flaws? The choice remains ours.