A Day Off


We have had company from out of state. We have spent time exploring the Blue Ridge Parkway. I was a beautiful weekend here in the North Carolina mountains. We had sunshine, blue skies and the smell of Autumn in the air. I have included some of the photographs that I took in our travels. I hope you enjoy a peak of the color and beauty of the mountains.

 

Namste,

Barbara

 

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Two tone tree

Two tone tree   Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

A row of color. Photograph and coppright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

A row of color. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Bonsai in autumn. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio,2016

Bonsai in autumn. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

 

pinecones

pinecones  Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

 

Holly and berries. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Holly and berries. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

Budding cacti.

Budding cacti.  Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio by 2016

 

 

 

The Shed

The Shed    Photograph and Copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

A Beautiful Day on Pisgah Mountain


My best friend Maggie and I took a day trip down the Blue Ridge Parkway to Pisgah Mountain today, to see the fall leaves which are beginning to turn.

 

My children were able to return to Lumberton, and they  have power, although no clean water except what they have been able to get in bottles and in buckets from their friends and the charities that are assisting after Hurricane Matthew’s devastation.

Yesterday, they helped served meals to the people who are homeless now.  My grandchildren are learning more about charity and compassion, from both sides of the equation.  I am proud that, even in hard times, my daughter and her family are able to give to others.

 

It helps me to take a moment to remember the beauty around us, so I wanted to share these photos with all of you, in gratitude for your thoughts and prayers for my family.

 

Namaste,

Barbara

 

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

All photographs taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio, 2016

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As the Days go on


The weekend is here and it has been a beautiful day and I am so grateful for it. The river is running and kayakers and canoers are moving quite quickly along the river. I am making chicken noodle soup and I hope it will be ready before the party we are going to.

 

Every morning when I open my blinds, I am overcome with joy and a sense of how lucky I am to have moved here. Tomorrow we are going to Bat Cave, NC and to the Light Center which is a healing center. It is in Black Mountain. It will be good fun.

 

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       River running fast today. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

 

Paddling upriver. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

Paddling upriver. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

 

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            Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

 

 

 

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            Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

 

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         Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

 

 

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   Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

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                   Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

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Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Great Smokey Mountains


Had friends visiting from Indiana, and here as some pictures I took, from a moving car, as we drove to Waynesville, NC.

 

These are the Great Smokey Mountains.

 

Leaves in Motion (from a speeding car) Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Leaves in Motion (from a speeding car)
Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Changing Leaves from the Road Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Changing Leaves from the Road
Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Autumnal Beauty Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Autumnal Beauty
Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

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Cloudless Mountain Sky Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Changing Leaves on Hillside Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Changing Leaves on Hillside
Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Great Smokey Mountains across the horizon Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Great Smokey Mountains across the horizon
Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Great Smokey Mountains - A Literal Interpretation Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Great Smokey Mountains – A Literal Interpretation
Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Turning of the Leaves Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Turning of the Leaves Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Church Steeple, Waynesville, NC

Church Steeple, Waynesville, NC Photograph & Copyright Barbara Mattio 2015

Poetry for a Cloudy Day


It was one of those days that you get in Autumn where it’s crisp and gloomy, with amazingly beautiful cloud formations, and for me these days have always been wonderful days for making art and reading poetry.
I did make art today, and I also read poetry.  My favorite non-feminist poet is Walt Whitman, so he and I shared a portion of the afternoon in Leaves of Grass.  I thought I would share some of his beautiful wordcraft with you.  I hope you enjoy it.

 

As Consequent (Etc.)

–Walt Whitman

As consequent from store of summer rains,

Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,

Or many a herb-lined brook’s reticulations,

Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,

Songs of continued years I sing.

Life’s ever-modern rapids first, (soon, soon to blend,

With the old streams of death.)

Some threading Ohio’s farm-fields or the woods,

Some down Colorado’s canons from sources of perpetual snow,

Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas,

Some in the north finding their way to Erie, Niagara, Ottawa,

Some to Atlantica’s bays, and so the great salt brine.

In you whoe’er you are my book perusing

In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing,

All, all toward the mystic ocean tending.

Currents for starting a continent new,

Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,

Fusion of ocean and land, tender and pensive waves,

(Not safe and peaceful only, waves rous’d and ominous too,

Out of the depths the storm’s abysmic waves, who knows whence?

Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter’d sail.)

Or from the seat of Time, collecting vasting all, I bring,

A window-drift of weeds and shells.

O little shells, so curious-convolute, so limpid-cold and voiceless,

Will you not little shells to the tympans of temples held,

Murmurs and echoes still call up, eternity’s music faint and far,

Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica’s rim, strains for the soul of the prairies

Whisper’d reverbertations, chords for the ear of the West joyously sounding,

Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,

Infinitesimals out of my life, and many a life,

(For not my life and years along I give — all, all I give,)

These waifs from the deep, cast high and dry,

Wash’d on America’s shores?

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Autumn blooming Clematis grown by Barbara Mattio. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2004

Autumn blooming Clematis grown by Barbara Mattio. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2004

Happy Autumn


 

” Listen to the salutation to the dawn,

Look to the day for it is life, the very life of life,

In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of our existence.

 

The bliss of growth, the splendour of beauty,

For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision,

But today well spent makes every yesterday a dream of happiness

and every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well therefore to this day.

Such is the salutation to the dawn.”   —Sanskrit Salutation to the Dawn

 

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“The moon is full, the autumn nights grow longer,

In the north forests startled crows cry out.

Still high overhead, the star river stretches,

The Dipper’s handle set to southwest.

The cold cricket grieves deep in the chambers,

Of the notes of sweet birds, none remain

Then one evening gusts of autumn come,

One who sleeps alone thinks fondly on thick quilts.

Past loves are a thousand miles farther each day.

Blocked from my drifting and my sinking.

Man’s life is not as the grass and trees,

Still the season’s changes can stir the heart.”   —Wei Ying Wu

 

 

 

 

 

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Put in Bay Island, Lake Erie. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2010

Put in Bay Island, Lake Erie. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2010

 

 

autumn color at the beach. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2011

Autumn color at the beach. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2011

 

 

Cleveland Botanical Gardens. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013

Cleveland Botanical Gardens. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013

 

 

Richness of the season. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013

Richness of the season. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013

 

 

 

At my development.Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013

At my development. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013

 

 

The beautiful drive. Photographed and copyrighted by 2012

The beautiful drive. Photographed and copyrighted by 2012

Smokey Mountains. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2010

Smokey Mountains. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2010

 

Church in Blue Ridge Parkway. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2012

Church in Blue Ridge Parkway. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2012

Glimpses of Autumn


Blue Ridge Mountains, NC Photo by Barbara Mattio

” There are countless paths to the mountain’s summit. Yet from it the same moon pours radiance over the landscape.”
—-Ikkyu

Blue Ridge Mountains, NC Photo by Barbara Mattio

Entering the forest he moves not the grass; entering the water he does not make a ripple.”

Niagara Falls, Ontario Photo by Barbara Mattio

“It is deep autumn. What kind of life is my neighbors I wonder…”

Niagara Falls, Ontario Photo by Barbara Mattio

” One day a monk spoke bitterly to the Buddha about the unbearable sorrows of the world. The Buddha remained silent. Then he pointed at the earth between his feet, and said: ” On this earth I have attained awakening.”
Splendor of the World….no Why.

All quotes excerpted from Zen Seeing, Zen Drawing

Emerald necklace parks, Ohio Photo by Barbara Mattio

Lake Erie Islands, Lake Erie, Photo by Barbara Mattio

” Wherever you are is home
And the earth is paradise
Wherever you set your feet is holy land…
You don’t live off it like a parasite.
You live in it, and it in you,
Or you don’t survive.
And that is the only worship of God there is.”

——-Wilfred Pelletier and Ted Poole

Chautuaqua Institute, NY Photo by Barbara Mattio