Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

transformation for this nation--on its head,- returning in slow motion-- back to the birth canal -------------- swimming in reverse--getting ready... to be reborn...world shorn-- by greedy narcissists-- not invested in peace and prosperity for all... blind deaf heartless men choosing painful outcomes for us all-- w ithout a moment of remorse----- time to balance the score- restore the constitution-- so we all can explore and be-- the magnificent souls-- we were assigned to be-- before this disruptive design- soulless and sub- human no choice now, but a total turn around- no peace and prosperity until we all wear the purple and gold cloaks-- with wide sturdy freedom fringes... let's all get out our peaceful paints of black, white, yellow, red, and brown... let's paint the town-- and beyond... all together painting the world-- spinning out of control-- helping to slow her down.... cherishing all sentient beings

  The deception, revered by our misinformed ego is that we are separate and different.       A truth, believed by millions is... we are one soul, with many more similarities than differences. Compassion sprouts from realizing that. We all need to be heard, understood, touched/hugged, and loved for who we are.  Blessings grow in silent stillness, as well as in gentle interactions with others. Our pains, joys, and uncertainties are our common humanity. Let's dance, be in touch with,     and taste the sweetness. sherbert roses

  we are dancing again on the rained on earth wingless, we learn from our winged friends how to allow the southwest winds to continue to move us as we celebrate each other, moving through seemingly impossible boulders light directing radiant space paths chosen in sighs the trees breathing with grace the romance that never dies

  riddled with twists and turns the circuitous route of the soul, seeking solace--walking barefoot on cool grass as the sun rises   chatting with flowering bushes as she waters:knowing deep down beneath the earth-- we are all connected...and are as deeply rooted as we grow ourselves tall and leggy-- above this spinning earth   sunflowers, one hundred year old oaks grow here seers, healers, poets, musicians grow in parallel -- pursuing soul's request for silence....   just a little birdsong and coffee  to fill the coffers of uncertainty so early in the morning, no words need to be spoken   stretching toes and heels on the newly watered lawn we all become the princes and princesses  of a natural world   tethered to air, water, earth, and fire-- we must remember... that it is human to seek wholeness,  and to surrender is the only way to know peace

  Trust is necessary in true friendships. I trust you show up on your own steam, as I show up on my steam and honor our cooperative spirit.    If I do something to trigger anger in a friend-- that is her responsibility to clear it up, not mine.  How invested someone is in the friendship reflects how vast their patience in waiting to talk about it. If anyone is ready to dismiss the friendship when one thing happened to anger them, there seems to have been a lot less investment in the friendship.   So called friend says, "I was being nice"...and...."I am done being nice." Hmm, maybe they never even liked the other or considered the other a friend.  After mutual sharing of personal things? Then calls you crazy for doing a litany  of things, including sharing feelings that were never voiced previously.   If invested in the friendship, those feelings should have been aired, not buried. This tends to be how grudges set in and build up. Bottled rage,...

  Mindfully accepting our painful feelings is an essential prerequisite to supporting ourselves with kindness and compassion. Accepting our pain means being willing to be present with it, not pushing it away or reacting to it. Bodhipaksa, “Loving Pain”  

  Our inner light is born through accepting what is. Surrendering to the almighty present tense is to relax into the moment.    Peaceful hearts do not need to try harder. Letting go is to give up control.   To observe the beauty of all that shines is only possible within a relaxed state of mind. Here there is no room for opinions, righteousness or blame.    Right now the sun is high in the sky, even though it is cloudy, and we cannot see it with the naked eye.   Believe in the oneness of all beings, and war between people and countries would hault on a dime. Peace for all, may all know peace. 

  Don't believe what anyone says about you if you do not feel it is true. Name calling/being bullied is the most hurtful thing a child must endure when growing up. Statistically, those children grow up to become abusers themselves, often expressed in gaslighting and name calling others as well as denying saying anything inappropriate. Yes, let us choose peace over drama, and a mutual respect. Either we are all crazy or no one is crazy. I like to think of myself as a good kind of crazy, bringing gentleness, compassion and clarity...through my poetry, healing practice, and simply my presence. Some of my finest spiritual teachers were terrifically crazy, going to great lengths to edify with humor, artfulness, and loving kindness. I don't wish to be thought of as normal, if that means always acting in predictable ways. There is no true inner growth there. I go out of my way not to hurt others.Sometimes that means distancing, when the drama blurs perceptions/the truth of the situat...

Misunderstandings cloak the truth, cutl like a sword--skinning, stripping the soul of resiliency. No proof required. I hurt without any need to prove it to anyone. I too am human.As a free sovereign human.. I choose to say/ do and be...what is most in line with my soul's journey.  Self care is a choice we all need to make. On an airplane they suggest we put the oxygen mask on prior to putting it on our children. When our own needs are met, we can be more able to attend to, and take care of those we love best. The best friend we have will understand our "no" as an assertion to our own needs, and not a personal attack on them. Bless this precarious space we walk. To be human is to make mistakes, and not seek perfection in an imperfect world. Let's unite in our humanness, not distance ourselves. We are really more alike than unalike.

  On forgiveness We forgive others for hurting/ angering us firstly so we can move on, and not carry the weight of it all. We are not saying, " I absolve you of what you did." I may get hurt again by you but in this instance I choose to forgive you because I want peace more than being right. My hurt is to be worked out alone in my own time frame. I do not ask for pity, just compassionate understanding. I choose not to take personally/ be in a reactionary place when such and such goes down. Peace flows in all directions. Like rivers seeking oceans...peace flows to those who prioritize peace.

  there are just times we feel split or shattered but never really broken   when someone says something belittling, to shame our very souls remember green glass bottles break on beach-- then at the end of summer feel smooth   the waves change from stormy to peaceful in minutes when we hear the wind, it has nuances of loud and soft-- changing but never dying    the sky at dawn begins as a bright fuscia, lightens to pink cotton candy, then becomes a wide white and blue dome skies trees flowers grasses: their beauty is more pronounced when they leave us, then return   a grace we can learn in relationships with others--  hang tight when flight feels like it would be simpler   dear friend, don't run from the scene of the crime before telling me... how it feels for you 'the sky at dawn'  

  driving home, with the radio cranked Steeley Dan blares out the windows... gracious greens in the form of late spring lawns, and sprawling trees--  arching over roads   air sparkles spanking clean messages: may angels orchestrate smooth sailing-almost as if we're sailing-- not driving-- while the double yellow solid lines demarcate there shall be no swerving   as more curves lay ahead, waiting... while we navigate-- high  on the newly formed purple wisteria,  wrapping its long viney arms around ancient oaks   impossible to fathom the depths of their affection-- the fellowship of live things--doorbell ringing--and stray cats meowing--  on warm black top driveways- a few minutes from home  

  Since I am a poet and a musician, the process of one bleeds into the other. I edit my poems several times after the first scribble. I try to get my words to embody:  a steady cadence(or quirky; just consistent), agreeable sounds within words and between words,  as well as clear-cut crystalline visuals.   I try not to preach or educate. Simply... I try to imply a natural state of being-- such as peacefulness or integrity, without  blatantly coming out and saying so.   How would you describe your writing process? If also a musician, actor, or painter ..how do you integrate--(or keep separate--the different art forms)?    

  Waking at five fifty five a.m., she stays in bed for another hour. She tries to reassemble the jigsaw pieces of dreams. Even when a clear meaning about her struggles and triumphs emerges, she can see the cardboard endings and beginnings of her own wholeness.    She can feel the images--not unlike thin chopped up photos peeling off of the cardboard of a thousand puzzle pieces-- to ultimately create a scene from childhood, too painful to see all at once.    Staring out into space, she understands why at times when the world stresses become too much to absorb, she too slinks away, akin to the images peeling, fading from consciousness. All in a NY minute, she becomes numb to the pain and the joy.    She floats in a one person boat-- only feeling the water buffeting her skin and bones. Somehow the buffeting of her emotions stays on an even keel.  She floats aimlessly on the open salt water, remembering to call home.

    gazing at the centers of flowers at dawn,  recognizing the time to sleep--with a delicious yawn-- floating on a watery reverie   realizing there's practically nothing to do---to get all people praising another grand beauty of a may day    what we choose to do with the time, the space, the fluidity-- will literally make or break the blessed reverie   the goodness of simply breathing-- becoming braver--  benefiting all beings by both: the simplicity and depth of nature singing--  delighting in her dancing      

dreaming of fleeing from a building that appeared less like a home, and more like a house fleeing from a structure that no longer serves my deepest soul needs as I stepped on each granite step, small slimy green creatures attached themselves to my soles-- I then would reach down--with all my strength attempt to pry the green creatures off the bottoms of my feet made it to the beach-- where only the sounds of seagulls and waves greeted me free of  the original structure which only in my mind created the demons-- showing up in the form of green creatures  free to design a new structure which resembles more what my soul cries for: peaceful evenings, productive creative days, and soft shimmering ways... where I can  float, unhurried- as mind melts, in its own refreshment....where breathing is easy, and my birthright of creating most days is front and center  we become what we dream..dreaming as huge as my starry visions can hold

bluer than blue skies help to theorize:we are in spring's embrace. holy heaven and brazen earth meet in the overlapping of two sets of foot prints--on mossy ground and sun- dappled garden blessed are those who take the time to walk barefoot on morning lawn dewy grass receives our feet in kindness- how gravity eases any uncertainties-- all elements conspiring 

Up at 5:30 a.m., hearing the first bird song. Excited to be back  at doing what I love... bringing healing to others.  Remaining grounded I am able to channel healing energies in all modalities: reiki, shiatsu, reflexology, one on one gentle chair yoga. Healing Hours available--  Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday: 8 a.m.- 12:30, 2- 4:30.  Thursday, Friday: 2-4:30 Mini Healing Retreats Spring/Summer--Saturday mornings in May and August, 9-12 noon. More info will be shared soon! Looking forward to hearing from you. Lasting healing begins with your desire for good health, joy, vibrancy, and wellness!  Bright Blessings everyone!                        Namaste', yogi kate🙌🙏💜

Hello and warm welcome back to Earth and Sky. On the calendar it says SPRING, yet feeling more like winter. Sipping ginger honey tea and looking out at the frozen earth, yet forsythia and magnolia are about to burst open into flowering song! It has been two years since we closed our doors down due to COVID, and pleased to announce we have returned. Healing treatments: Shiatsu, Reiki, Reflexology, One on One Chair Yoga. By Appointment only. Gentle Chair Yoga: Saturdays at 8 a.m. (outdoors if it's not raining, and 50 degrees or warmer. In studio otherwise.) Limited space, so please register in advance for indoor yoga. We're so overjoyed to be back...and looking forward to "seeing your back again...ha ha"!!!! Namaste' Yogikate, director of Earth and Sky Center for Natural Healing 631 334-2663/ healerkate77@gmail.com

    would you walk with me through these woods in all the days that are left to breathe   in every kind of weather--we take refuge, do renew vows to self  to be more responsive and caring to our dear mother earth   she sings praises to all who take the time to align with her gifts of beauty, healing harmonics found in swirling air, radiant sun, rich loamy earth, sweet waters, fragrant resinous woods   reaching for another's hand, we walk these woods  in all the days that are left to breathe