Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

 A blast of wind from the south.makes her yearn for even slower days. Casting all worries out to green pastures, she revels in the dance of acorns--rolling on their sides, beneath the towering pine. The first quarter moon shines a golden luster--  nearing a lunar fullness. This luster brightens the circuitous earthen path, for soul travelers seeking to harvest a blue stoned home. Somewhere in the high sierras violet, fuscia, and yellow wild flowers grow silent. Tracts of herbal plantings are tended to, and rainbow trout swim-- up a fresh water stream. We remember what it means to simply breathe and create--an irregular harmonic improvisation--as we show up for our lives.   

  pre-dawn moon set chilled feet dance across lawn snapping in the dark haiku/photo- katyajo '20

autumn comes dancing like a quick bright change artist-- restores sleepy minds summer waltzes now put on mute just turn up the rhythm, dress in heels-- it's going to be an all night tango

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   Love, thank you Why we meet another person, and have a sense of inter-knowing-- prior to words spoken, prior to knowing one iota about the person, is beyond logical understanding. It is the part of this universe that screams, does not whisper of old souls meeting again-- after several incarnations. It is the magical force of love, brimming over mountain tops, rising up from raging streams...making all of this present life more than tolerable. Meaningful.  We are all more than worthy of experiencing this.  It could be disguised in a kiss, a gaze, a song. It is  the harmless uplifting engagement in all that is most natural, most profound, yet what is needed more than ever.  LOVE, thank you! 💖💜💙💚💛

not to take any marked path is to follow the rhythm of one's  heart how heroes know there is never any fear in trusting the pulse of one's own blood-coursing like a race horse unconcerned about finishing first-- but simply to finish the paradisial concourse unscathed--- more than ready to disperse shadows into the almighty sea to allow the widening of light swaths to paint golden orange flowers on the outskirts of one's cerebrum--meandering into a cha cha- by the almighty blue sea words/photo- '19, kjl edit. '20

  "People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." ~Maya Angelou remembering the way willow branches wrapped around the trunk of the tree touching the very core of what it means to be free is the way we hold clear the image upside down translating to right side up- focusing on what pulsates stars to dance at a glance beyond meaning- doors deliberately open wide colors matching memories waltzing home to one's self ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16