Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

cool breeze at dawn-  helps to move butterflies, bent on grazing on purple lacy flowers shaking late summer in the light of realization integrating dancing with stillness  as they both cannot help but heal restless minds  letting the centers  of mimosa blossoms  to become more prominent pressing the south west wind as she flies, blowing a kiss to seal the scene in pink and purple cellophane... kate lamberg(c)'18

deep watermelon sky at six am- encircling all beings with more than enough beauty to get us all back on track, returning to the natural beat of the ocean , the moon, the sun..oscillating stars surging-- creating a melange of families together- without boundaries-- dissonance hurled out of the galaxy- morphed into moon beams, we are all the same! -words/photo-kate lamberg (c)'18

sitar sounds, coffee  fill the morning air, while sparrows sing in the two story high maple--  so softly, she had to put the coffee down, and turn down the radio-- so she could hear the song that would lead her to knowing what is the most important thing-  to know, to be-- in all its simplicity-- to be an open field of wildflowers, being peace- opening locked doors through the continual observing: what sounds fill this poet's soul with what is unchanging- within a changing canvas of one sage green  meadow-- bird flutters, and sings from the top of her wings,  'summer' - kate lamberg (c)'18

I can motivate myself without the need for some  person claiming they can ignite a light in my soul. Note to self: resist demi-gods, at all costs. I have had gurus in my life. The genuine ones support my autonomy, my inner fire/truth and ability to grow/change/ flourish! All we can do is inspire each other amidst a world we are intimately tethered to. Love, like a healing river, finds its way to the parched places, nourishing all souls!

the mornings the birds "sleep in" until after sunrise are those special days when conception begins at home, in the native surrounding trees of maple, cherry, oak, aspen, poplar, and myrtle   the thin crease the thin crisp changeable crease between dawn, and sunrise delivers a stillness, not altogether quiet-- undetected in the busy vocal world viewing this edge of sunrise   seals the promise of showing up,   unguarded to this gentle music-- unparalleled to any other time- for worship is still for worship is still the celebration of all things greater than the "I" how the world is complicated when it charades as containing a million eyes--   there is just one there is just one maple tree outside this window, and only four cherry trees poised in a circle-- north and east of this window there is just one beating heart   witnessing a growing beauty, and two hazel eyes registering-- the fine details o...

 words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18      even a broken window,  and an unhinged door  bring the strength of trapezoids, and the light of triangles enough for spirit. to soar--- basking in the realization,  to pour miracles--through the arc of a porcelaine creamer-- settling the score.. .  

  being the way water moves, and just grooves.. unconcerned with the outcome- the calm settles in, warms the naked covering, heats up in shallow sandy shoreline, leaves the body of water loaded with salt, and blessed with current, lets out steam, enters the air,  fuses with the sky, as the wind wind becomes non-hurried, coursing both towards, and away from the shore--  how it whips around the great rock, without trepidation or fear, ultimately   enters stillness, as she ceases her mighty howl water, as wind-touches all points in between, and becomes touched on all points-- on earth, as in heaven words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18