Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

SOUND HEALING -Entering the Sacred ......Classes are forming this Spring, '16. Kate plays her healing compositions on a baby grand piano, interspersed with poetry, silent meditation, and breath work. If interested, please email Kate Lamberg: healerkate77@gmail.com or Next Sound Healing Gathering: Friday, March 18th, at 7PM. RSVP:      healerkate77@mail.com for directions and registration. space is limited, filling up fast! Since birth, the power of  healing sound was all around us. Our parents cooing, singing, reading, a soft wind blowing, or the tea kettle piercing all represent some of our earliest experiences of being bathed in healing sound. Of course we heard other less soothing sounds, as we interacted more in the world: car horns blaring,  leaf blowers wailing,  people screaming. To help balance our own minds and bodies from the onslaught of harsh sounds, as well as stressful situations, we naturally seek a greater quiet....

the light flickers and we must follow it the sky darkens and we notice it the rain pours more loudly and we hear it the imbalances of the world are being healed every moment epiphanies are discovered dancing painting, singing, recreating new brain pathways what questions we ask bring us closer creating from seemingly nothing something new, vital, closer yet to what light does when it has found its home-- living in the profound innocence of who we are ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

"If not for you the winter would hold no spring Couldn't hear a robin sing I just wouldn't have a clue, If not for you" ~bob dylan i smelled the beginnings of crocuses opening alongside the road in patches of purple song seeing the robin before we heard her sing got limbs and hearts ready for any blessed thing to hear her song punch an irregular hole in silken silence is to drink to the beat of spontaneous soaring how blessed it is to be understood even before sunrise- how this solitude feels like a sacred string pulling all beings closer just how iris shall spill her petals-- there's more than enough blooms for you and for me words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

robin red breast feasts on purple aspen berries beneath frozen sky haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

Experience all the benefits of hatha yoga without having to get down on the floor, or get up from the floor. For those new to yoga, or with specific physical limitations, after surgery. We meet Mondays, at 4:30 pm, and Fridays at 9:30 am. Both classes are 75 minutes. Gentle yogic stretches, guided breathing, relaxation, and meditation. With Kate Lamberg, NY State Licensed Massage Therapist, (since 1987) , and A practicing Yogi and workshop facilitator for over forty years. Graduate of the Swedish Institute of Massage, Ohashi Shiatsu.  Yoga training at Kripalu and Omega Institute. At the Center for Natural Healing. Three Village Area. Please email, or call to register, and for directions: healerkate77@gmail.com 631- 334-2663 Looking Ahead: Monthly Retreats,  beginning in May. We meet one Saturday morning a month, from 10-12:30. Yoga/meditation, poetry, live piano, 'sound healing', nature walks, and group sharing. At the Center,  or outdoors in a lovely spot in nature, we...

where the earth meets up with ice, snow, pond water that's where magic births haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15

"I wonder if snow loves the trees..and fields... It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep darlings, til the summer comes again." ~Lewis Carrol (photo~kate lamberg (c) '16) while wondering why snow seems to cling to whatever it rests upon-- a soft spiraling of  snow flakes descends clinging to magnolia's nooks and cranies, filling birdbath break dancing on slabs of blue ice coating white picket fence, painting a wicker chair-- moistening my hair the air now still, free of wind the peace is  stabbing me alive with pulsations of positive forward moving how the snow tends to block out the extraneous noise from cars and airplanes, the train of thoughts oftentimes getting in the way of moving at all how the rhythm gets established is none of my business-- mid-day on a monday--presidents' day how divine to have time to gaze at the snow and feeling for awhile the slowing down, the immense purple crown, bubbling up...