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
Where natural healing, the arts, including poetry, music,dance,visual arts coincide. Center for Natural Healing is a center providing therapeutic massage, meditation instruction, one=on=one yoga, music for healing workshops, and monthly retreat. Kathryn Lamberg, healing facilitator
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
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.
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 |
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
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.
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
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
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
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
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
our paths find us
our path finds us, reaching
from thick green cool forest floor
to sandy sun kissed shore
from thick green cool forest floor
to sandy sun kissed shore
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
river bends
river bends, while grasses
heave in temperate summer
birds sleep in poplars
haiku and photo by kate lamberg
heave in temperate summer
birds sleep in poplars
haiku and photo by kate lamberg
vermillion sunset
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