Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

it was time to touch again, the shore line- after a long, yet mild winter, an extended rain filled spring the infatuation of a single beach seen through the hazel eyes of one woman--- transforms into a living thing--sand, rocks, one huge aqua parasol sky sand rocks a mostly quiet flattened body of salty waters known since baby crawl surrendered to swim- even before she walked the beach tetrahedron truth--afloat blue green waters-- stirred by a north-eastern wind small craft trajectories of delight the waters' width waiting for swimmer's laps- so early in a pearly dawn, one can't see beyond a mile of sky and sea low hanging grey pink balloon clouds bursting on contact with our grand father sun words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17

Mondays: Gentle/Chair Yoga 4PM- 5:15 PM Fridays: Gentle/Chair Yoga 9:30- 10:45 AM Mini Saturday Retreats Saturday, January 13, '18 'New Year Retreat' Saturday, March 24th, '18 "Spring Fling Retreat' Gentle Yoga, Meditation, Sound Healing Time to relax, renew, meet like minded souls. 10 am -11:45 am~ Retreat 12 Noon- One~ Optional pot luck lunch! Please bring a side dish. I'll have a hearty stew or soup and salad. Kindly refrain from bringing: anything with wheat/dairy/sugar as many are either sensitive or allergic. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~ Reserve your spot (space is limited). Suggested Donation: 25. RSVP, always by the Wednesday prior to the Saturday retreat. healerkate77@gmail.com. or.....631 334-2663, please leave message. Please leave your name, email, and phone # when you confirm your spot. Directions will be sent at that time. Kate Lamberg, BA, LMT, Reiki Master, Sound Healer, Yoga/Dance/Medit...

near the newly opened irises making all the thoughts spill into earth, transposing a song began in D - to change into C--it's important to me to be clear of no obstacles feet no longer dragging-- to taste the ooze of cedar bark dripping, to realize while skipping that earth, and trees, and all things sacred--are meant to meld with minds, open to pursue the art of no expectations late enough in the morning to capture the sun in the crook of that japanese maple-- now, a bleeding crimson red so deep- i stop to breathe-- relaxing in the swirling, newness encircling: belly chest neck scalp want to dance, scream, yelp it's happening again- this restless spring--slowing down to prayer in a juxtaposed mountain air that lake from '66 still felt in the memory of my long bones' dancing on a grassy hill before i knew a blessed thing about politics, before i would worry about how to get anything done, and to have anything be won... i rest ...

it is in the reaching for stars at night in the darkness that is heard as prayer when at dawn those silver pointed gems appear floating atop the river moving to be emptied into a greater sea it is in the shoots of stars listening not unlike the shoots of newly born greens from wild iris flowers earthing to remind us that- no sincere prayer would ever go unheard in the world of natural breathing- of green blue waters heaving- insincerity leaving the scene of a life lived with simply caring baring rainbow fish arched beyond all time, and places remapped, mirrored to understand one honest heart trembling at a single word one hand atop another-- a sister or a brother one song from a single bird each one hearing it as from the other words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17

a muted grey sky kept her sleeping longer with bed clothes creeping over head- she'd been oblivious to the now changing sky beaming a blue beret, worn atop the blackened roof of a world waking too soon to be touched by a sky--changing while a million blinks of eyes, hypnogogic--do dream salvaging the strength of a northeast wind keeping the beat of gypsy souls---dancing upon the unharvested soil... alongside a quickened river- wildflowers blaze benevolent the stories that dancing feet unfurl- can never lie when trust is braided bronze and copper crafts one strong matrilineal line: daring to swing hips in an arc, shoulders coming full circle, and the simplicity of chests blossoming morning glories, cheering empowerment for sisters dancing a river restless hestia, hekate, helen how honoring those, we keep dancing- holding the light uppermost how do we say sacred? with the transparency of gossamer--whispered with the lightness of an...

won't you be that someone to jam in b flat with- no held bars, no rests just drive in to the beat baby-- know your one, and you can go most places unscathed, relaxed, on fire with the bebop that gets your soul   high wired, tireless, sweeping beyond anything man woman child can conceive down with the beat baby upbeat goes meeting the center of harmonic convergence right here, and there, and all the in betweens.. .a driving force, reckoning all the light shadows consumate in the air of nonchalance- diving into windmill spring... is singing on fire-- the grinning of sunsets that means more than just oxidation riveting on the beat, and then just off the beat goes on to purple mountains majesty amen awomen let's get down to the beat baby bass line broadens as waves break-- when the singers are thirsty-- trusting there is water--oh, whenever the timing brings the need to keep jamming with the one warbling, followed by third...

samba sweeps through a spaciousness unheard of in the material world, growing with intensity, as sky dims- awaiting snowstorm-- bringing to mind romance on a sturdy pebbly sand beach conforming to a desire for quietude- in the mood for slowing the compass swinging- as pendulum answers the question of whether the climate of an island will keep spiraling out of control....or not if our conscious decision to recycle, can shine a flashlight of reconciliation-- too late in the afternoon to get to the bank---we'll wile away the storm in a minor key of solemnity a day of missed appointments may do more for global unity, and cool a climate warming-- more so than the aggressive anger spewing at marches and demonstrations-- so close to home-- we've known each other as long as college days are remembered with a lightness of being- so close to the vested interests of state and house keeping it all solidified with blizzard conditions on th...