Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer" ~albert camus in stillness and quiet breath balances all extremes faith emerges-- serendipity! a stroke of red from a cardinal's wing---blends soul with everything (words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15)

I was told once in my early twenties that the world is too harsh for my flower child sensitivities. I never was offended by those words. Now, over thirty years later, I feel I am still ultra-sensitive. However, what has changed is my inter-relationship to the world at large. I neither fight fire with fire,  nor do I run and hide out, and wish it would go away. I accept what is, and spend most of my waking hours creating a larger field of inner peacefulness. As I spend more and more time in quiet/stillness/ through yoga and meditation, as well as walks in nature...I sense the protection of earth angels, both in human and spirit form. They are actively engaged in my process of becoming. There is no scientific proof of these beings. Those who resonate with my words would agree that it is not significant. What is important is to listen in to the promptings of one's heart...to love one's self whatever is happening on the outside, and to explore the forever interplay.. of human frail...

layers of cloud, sky tree, bird, earth, leaf.....fill me beyond belief haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

the bird bath, frozen rocks in garden standing stiffly at attention---yet still dreaming of the warmth that softens, and dissolves ice crystals & hardened cold hearts words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

Day began grey and cold. Half way through my walk at twin ponds, it felt warmer. By the end of my walk the sun emerged full on. It was a perfect day for photographing nature. The January sun, not too intense, yet not that dingy apathetic steel grey....That grey that speaks to you front and center. That endless neurotic grey, that  never lets its claws out of your immediate consciousness. At the beginning of my walk, I noticed what appeared like a huge misty nest, on a branch of a mostly dead oak. When I got to be twenty feet away from the tree, I was miraculously mistaken! What I thought to be a huge nest, was indeed a huge bird. It appeared like an eagle.  Perhaps the first time I saw one so close. I just let the camera snap one hundred shots of this amazing huge and oddly beautiful bird. Upon walking into the bamboo forest, I asked for my spirit guides for permission to enter the sacred spot. There was a resounding breeze and I noticed the sky become more...

decompressing extraneous noise, drowning the flicker of a chickadee sitting upright on a neighboring tree it's the way you call out to me from across the driven river music braiding words, with birds, cowrie shells mingling with pine cones beneath the shade of a eucalyptus tree so early, our breath coalesces as droplets on window panes, lips pressed to the glass feeling the chilled air meeting up so close with warm honeyed lips so early, we trust the sun will rise even if it's not in our eyes we welcome the ability to not theorize, just to simply be-- breathing moments, with widened open eyes words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15 blues on radio just now getting dark--a lark! after five, on fire