Wednesday, June 26, 2013

How we, at The Center for Natural Healing.. honour the person as a whole being of spirit. Implementing integrity~to allow total unity of the person.

To have integrity in the world of spirit is not as easy as one would think.
It means diving into the deepest areas of one's soul, and feeling one's feelings, thinking one's thoughts, and speaking and acting from this authentic core.
Those who say they are spiritual and do not acknowledge their emotional/psychological being, are, in my mind, only activating part of the pie of the BIG SELF.

Anger, frustration, loneliness, jealousy(a juicy one), competition, hurt, aggression, manipulation, violation, and depression are all part of being human and living in a body in the world. As much as we find them uncomfortable, "negative sanctioned" emotions, they are still real, and need to be acknowledged,, before they can be released. 

Any spiritual group who would tell you that anger is bad, or we choose how we feel at every waking moment is simply superficial.  They, are  ultimately counter-productive for anyone who is working on transcending the uncomfortable emotions. It's sad that our culture is so quick to find "quick fixes":  for one's hair, make up, clothing, and working out to have super sexy abs  but clueless to promulgate a process orientation towards one's inner imbalances.

That is where holistic natural healing can be facilitated. A person comes in tired, wired, angry, sad, feeling very alone. They receive a massage, one on one yoga, have aromatherapy, (in bath and massage oil), and blockages are, over time released. Talking therapy is a very good adjunct to body work to support the person's balance and well being. This is not an overnight transformation, but a process oriented, client centered practice.

To honour any person's spirituality is to acknowledge their physical, psychological, emotional, mental well being. This is done with utter respect, as we honour everyone's autonomy.
Like watching a beautiful flower bloom, it indeed is a great joy working with others, facilitating change, and witnessing their inner and outer growth.  A flowering!

~Kate Lamberg BA, LMT
Director of Tadasan, Center for Natural Healing

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

If wishes were morphed...



if wishes were morphed into grand scheme currency
i'd be up all night counting stars, wondering
which account to river bank my dreams
realizing that the current-seas standing on its head

in the middle of a dry river bed,
waiting for the upper crust to drop,
to understand the middle layer of soft hunger
& the bottom crust of the homeless claps,

WAKE UP to the high and mighty who,
without conscience, ask for what
 their chosen lord rationalized was OK---
well it's not OK, nor do angels sing

or paint rainbows on days when
stock markets climb, burn, or crash
greed never got away with anything, & leaves
marks on our planet's soil:an embarrassment of riches;

watch your step people- our planet earth is covered
with our own excrement-wake up from the deluded dance:
we are either on the ship together,or splitting
at the gulf in opposite directions.....

no almost compassion for those souls on "me mode"




poem and photo, by kate lamberg~(c) all rights reserved '13







Sunday, June 23, 2013

perhaps we can dream on backs aligned....


When June is come, then all the day I'll sit with my love in the scented hay And watch the sun shot palaces high that the white clouds build in the breezy sky.” ~ Robert Bridges


perhaps we can dream on backs aligned
with fertile grassy earth- leaving
us no choice but to  peer

upwards in praise, without fear,
all that brightens & billows--throughout
the remaining cycles of our days

poem and photo by Kate Lamberg (c) All rights reserved.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

egret stands on rock at sunset

poem and photo, by kate lamberg, (c) '13
egret stands on rock at sunset
level headed lover, a centered statuesque
friend who knows the times of greatest quiet
reveal all the beauty one can ever feel
not looking beyond her sunburst beak,

she feels the low-tide gently speak
of faeries wearing seaweed hair, and scents
of  salt water creek; mother of pearls,
as eyes do gleam, while full moon rises
in the east, on this blessed night of solstice feast

Friday, June 21, 2013

Sacred

words and photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved~6/13~


We find what is sacred, is to be in the presence of all that is not scared.
Scared had the infinite patience to probe one's heart, to discover what is sacred.

Healing currents create an environment for trust to let go of the "scared parts", allowing room to embrace all that is sacred, which is wholeness, which is pure love.








Monday, June 17, 2013

How does Healing Happen?



Believing that healing is possible is the first step. Trusting, without judgements or doubts your practitioner is the second step. Staying in one's receptive mode as much as possible during a healing session is the third step. Truly it takes two to allow healing to happen. A professional intuitive facilitator of healing, and a willing, trusting person interested in transforming her mind body spirit.
~Kate Lamberg, LMT
flower photo, by Kate Lamberg~copyright, '13~all rights reserved

Sunday, June 16, 2013

when we let go



“The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute.
  The good news is there’s no ground.”
~ Chögyam Trungpa


when we let go
of all thoughts & emotions
we return to the harmony of all things

~kate lamberg,
(copyright, all rights reserved)
flower photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved

in my mind i return


in my mind
i return to a time

when the wind swept roses
smelled like candylove

and summer means
staying up late

running for the ice cream man
playing "doctor" in quiet attics

cat-footing around
in the darkening night

it's the thoughts of childhood brewing
that keep innocence lurking in the  bay

moccasins softly prowl the shadows
returning to the crystal clarity

of purity...humming within the grey
my tiny chest, heaving away


Kate Lamberg


flower photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved

Saturday, June 15, 2013

low clouds kiss the sea


"The whole world is you, yet you keep thinking there is something else"
~Hsueh Feh

low clouds kiss the sea
tiny ripples of deep blue
catch the clouds-falling

haiku by Kate Lamberg~all rights reserved.


photo taken from the boat~bvi sky(by kate lamberg~all rights reserved)

memory of a place may be crowded with flowers

Nothing begins at the time you think it did" Lillian Hellman


memory of a place may be crowded with flowers
or staircases going both up and down
who would be so arrogant to insist
that her visual description reigns supreme

joe and judy and sue were also there
and the eastern sky behind her was smiling purple
as she peered out to see the train coming
from the west, she knew he was going

to be in her arms in a matter of minutes
the sky deepens in its purple intensity
behind her- but her vision is cast
to the possibilities borne in the west

wrapping her in serapes of joysong
and this moment will pass,
& her thoughts of what memories
stayed- do not fray- but the milkweed

were blowing their white puffs
symbolizing to her that this must be
her angel pulling to the station

unbeknownst to the eastern purple sky,
she does sigh- as he steps out into the noon day sun
and all the passengers blur as one pot of soup

there is no war, no peace, no hate, no love
just a gentle brave heart
filled with mysterious longing-as a stranger
she will come to know, steps upon the landing

Kate Lamberg

moon glows at sunset


The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
Pablo Neruda

she watched the moon rise
as the sun set on the water
feeling the incredible pull

of the moon making circles
in her torso- while the sun threw
sparkles of faery dust, in her eyes dancing-

like little spots of lion hearts
on a low tide-- midnight blue
harbour practically still

mosquitoes come to visit
verily they feast on outstretched arms
and slyly break through summer blouses

blond hairs on forearms lighten
to the waxing moon brightening
she notes how everyone looks better

standing with full attention
as the once productive sun
drops into its own lassitude

falling behind low hanging clouds
leaving stain glass impressions
on lake like harbour- heaving far

below the surface of the evening glow
staying fresh,  as dried flowers beneath glass
in her open chest-- sighing more than you do know

Kate Lamberg


sunset on the harbour~photo by kate lamberg(all rights reserved)

Friday, June 14, 2013

reaching


i reach out to you
from my country of great rivers
all that makes any body  wild & free

the cool wind playing
against my adventurine eyes
reflecting all that is blue

sky, blue ocean--you
whose eyes were blue before
i met you-still radiate aqua

it is now happening to me-
to clusters of trees,
wild flowers, dotting wide open fields

it is now happening to you-
chariot appears, in between poppies
and fringy queen anne's lace

nature writes a letter home
night herones we align with
as pine shoots up through the sky

chairs put away-huge cloud pillows
scattered on forgiving soft pine wood
floors, smelling like ponderosa

ceilings, breathing in the soft rice paper
of hearts who know
when to explore, & when to let go

Kate Lamberg


photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved~

Thursday, June 13, 2013

trampling over wildflowers and weeds


trampling over wildflowers and weeds
we uncover sunflower seeds
the core of sunflower

having no other mission
than to grow towards the sun
making music of bravery- to lead-

the song once muffled- to endure
as one graceful stem
spiraling skyward- pools of blue grey

meeting it's golden wide stretched flower
within all moments of the lighted day, &
during the darkest hour

Kate Lamberg



Klimt's Sunflowers~

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

only in silence

only in silence
can one listen to one's heart
however loud the thunder

words and photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved

our paths find us

our path finds us, reaching
from thick green cool forest floor
to sandy sun kissed shore

Photo: our path finds us, reaching
from thick green cool forest floor
to sandy sun kissed shore

words and photo by kate lamberg  (6/9/13-all rights reserved)
words and photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

river bends

river bends, while  grasses
heave in temperate summer
birds sleep in poplars

haiku and photo by kate lamberg

words and photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved

vermillion sunset

haiku and photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved






vermillion sunset
infinite mystery grows
swimming in color








Tuesday, June 4, 2013

swirls of the central fire



burning cedar bark, bursting pine cones
sending smoke to rise out  the teeppee
meshing with turquoise skies

the steady beat of the drums, & bells
punctuate the dancing-- kicking up dirt
cool cowrie shells surround bare ankles

thin leaf like dresses start to stick
against the hot reddened bodies
slick with sweat and blissful smiles

all lay down in a heap
after the last drum roll
ushering in the silence

to last the darkening sky blue
and into black skies stars as opals
then again, the softest cashmere blue

predawn sweeps the canyon floor
rising up from nighttime slumber
stepping once again together

in a circle, donned in lyrical grace,
hearts healed as one purpose pantomimed
central fire is commonly faced

Kate Lamberg


full moon fires burning in bvi (photo by kate lamberg) all rights reserved~ March, '13