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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In the Garden


To me hath been granted a garden,

Tho only for my care,

To nourish the plants and flowers that may be growing there.

 

Twas God that granted this garden,

For only the other day

The owner, my neighbor left it,

To use it, as I may.

 

To God will have grown these flowers,

And to God shall they be given, And I but the steward in that back yard,

For our Father who art in Heaven.

 

There’ll be some for the poor and lowly,

And some for those sick in bed,

And others for those in hospitals,

And for the children whose parents are dead.

 

And so shall all the flowers,

Be a hope for those whose life

Is shut from the beauties given by God,

Who are lost in this world of strife.

 

And everywhere in this garden,

That God hath granted me,

Shall love be planted and grow,

And I his servant be.

 

As for the blossoms that come there,

A message each shall bring,

Beauty and love and joy and hope,

And every flower shall sing.

—Excerpted from  In the Garden by  Murshid Sam, Samuel L. Lewis

 

BJSquiggel

 

The last roses Photograph and copyright by /barbara Mattio, 2016

The last roses. Photograph and copyright by /barbara Mattio, 2016

 

From the greenhouse. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

From the greenhouse. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The tropical. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The tropical. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

Pollination. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Pollination. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The flame of blossoms. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The flame of blossoms. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The gathering of the Monarch butterfly. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The gathering of the Monarch butterfly. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

They track the Monarch butterflies to follow their migration paths. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

They track the Monarch butterflies to follow their migration paths. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

Mums in the fall garden. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Mums in the fall garden. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

Art for the garden is whimsical. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Art for the garden is whimsical. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Impostor. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Matttio, 2016

The Impostor. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Matttio, 2016

The pale beauties. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The pale beauties. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Life is pink. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Life is pink. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Container garden. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Container garden. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Water fountain. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Water fountain. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Garden Sculpture. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Garden Sculpture. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

A mystic ring. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Magniflower. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Namaste

Barbara

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015

 

Update on my Garden


Though our terrible winter took its toll on our gardens here in Cleveland. I am happy that many of my plants survived and while not thriving, they are fragrant and the color is a joy to my eyes and I hope to my neighbors also. Though the blooms are not as lush as they were in years past, I am delighted to have them to share with you. I hope you have a moment of pleasure as you peruse my photos.

 

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio  2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Roses are a favorite of mine. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Roses are a favorite of mine. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Being Human


Waves, Myrtle Beach, Photo by Barbara Mattio

Praise to You, O God,

Let us imagine a world without color, without regal red or leafy green, a world that bores the eye with grey

Praise to You, O God for all the colors in the rainbow, for eyes that are made for seeing, and for beauty that “is its own excuse for being.”

Let us imagine a world without sound, a world where deathly silence covers the earth like a shroud.

Praise to You, O God, for words that speak to our minds, songs that lift our spirits, and all those souls who know how to listen.

Let us image a world without order, where no one can predict the length of the day or the flow of the tide. Imagine a universe where planets leave their orbits and soar like meteors through the heavens, and where the law of gravity is repealed at random.

Praise to You, O God, for the marvelous order of nature, from stars in the sky to particles in the atom.

Let us image a world without love, a world in which the human spirit, incapable of caring, is locked in the prison of the self.

Praise to You, O God, for the capacity to feel happiness in another’s happiness and pain in another’s pain.

As the universe whispers of a oneness behind all that is, so the love in the human heart calls on people everywhere to unite in pursuit of those ideals that make us human.

As we sing of One God, we rejoice in the wonder of the universe and pray for that day when all humanity will be one.

–Rabbi Henry Cohen

The color of Earth; Photo by Barbara Mattio

Singing the Blues; New Orleans; Photo by Barbara Mattio

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

The Last Rose of Summer


Needlework by
Barbara Mattio

There is a bittersweet energy about October. I gaze out at my garden and a smile comes to my face. The roses continue to bloom despite cooler evenings. We are almost at the time to say goodbye to their gentle fragrances and delicate petals. A farewell to their beauty. Cool temperatures day and night will eventually take each last bloom and end its beauty. We are not bereft though as Autumn brings a brilliance of color as a consolation prize. So far, we have begun to see the green turning to vibrant colors of red, gold, orange and yellow.

It is the last gift of the cycle of life. The last brilliant colors before Mother Earth goes to her hibernation and the world turns white, gray and brown. It is a blessing to know that as the cycle spins it never stops and we will have a fresh, vibrant and exciting Spring. I love the anticipation of the renewal of the earth, with the springing up of the early spring bulbs soon to be a riot of color and a sudden rush of sweet fragrance.

For now, there is the bittersweet of the last of the flowers and the last of my beloved roses until the spring. Since this is the cycle of life, the promise that after a rest the world will renew itself and we will once again frolic among the flowers and trees.

So we say goodbye to the bees working hard at gathering the pollen and the ladybugs and the iridescence of the dragonflies. A last wave of the wings of a butterfly and the song of the cicadas at night. They will return in the spring and the cycle will begin again.

A Jewish Prayer

And G-d saw everything that was mad, and found it very good.

And The One said: This is a beautiful world that I have given you.

Take good care of it, do not ruin it.

It is said; Before the world was created, the Holy One kept

Creating worlds and destroying them.  Finally this one was created and was satisfied.

Adonai said to Adam; This is the last world I shall make. I place it in your hands; hold it in trust.

Autumn in Western North Carolina Photo by Barbara Mattio