The Looking Glass Waterfall


I searched and searched and searched

and I could not find Thee anywhere

I called Thee aloud, standing on the Temple.

I rang the Temple bell

with the rising of the sun

I bathed in the Ganges in vain.

I came back from Ka’ba disappointed;

I looked for Thee in heaven,

my Beloved, my Pearl, but at last I have found Thee

hidden in the shell of my heart.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

Looking Glass Falls, Pisgah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Looking Glass Falls, Pisgah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

Fir trees, what are you?

We are the souls of the sages

who preferred vigil in the solitude to the busy life of the world.

 

Fir trees, what are you? We are hands from heaven,

stretched out to bless the earth continually.

 

 

Fir trees,what are you made for?

We are the temples

made for those who worship God in nature.

 

Fir trees, what are you doing in this forest?

We are the souls on the cross,

patiently awaiting

the hour of our liberation.

 

Dry wood, why do they burn you?

Because I no longer can bear fruit.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

 

 

Mighty rocks have slid down the mountain side. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Mighty rocks have slid down the mountain side. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Mountain wild flowers. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Mountain wild flowers. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Tulip, why have you opened your lips?

To tell you what I have learnt in silence.

What did you learn?

To make of oneself an empty cup.

 

Orchid, what do your petals represent?

Graceful movements of dance.

what does your dance express?

The earth paying homage to Heaven

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

Water is the elixir of life. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Water is the elixir of life. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

The path of freedom

does not lead to the goal of freedom;

It is the path of discipline

which leads to the goal of liberty.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

 

The Looking Glass pool. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Cliff face beside Looking Glass Falls. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 201

 

 

The falls through the trees. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The falls through the trees. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

Make your heart as soft as wax

to sympathize with others,

But make it hard as a rock

to bear the hard knocks of the world.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

Entering Pigsah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Entering Pisgah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

My Day of Discoveries


Yesterday was a pleasantly warm day with the possibilities of rain. So my sister and I want into the mountains to do some exploring. It was a wonderful day and full of many beautiful scenes. I took 139 photographs but I will just share a few with you. I hope you like them and that they add in some little way to your day.

 

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Now I live on the French Broad River. You have seen many pictures of the river and nearby mountains. There was also the English Broad River, which now has become the Broad River. The French Broad River is older than the surrounding mountains. It is also the only river in the continental US that flows south to north. It ends up in Tennessee. The following pictures of a river are the Broad River.

 

 

 

Storm coming in and mist in the mountains, Chimney Rock, NC. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Storm coming in and mist in the mountains, Chimney Rock, NC. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Old wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright Barbara Mattio, 2016

Old wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright Barbara Mattio, 2016 (in the rain)

 

 

The River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Huge rocks. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Huge rocks. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

In places it rushes by. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

In places it rushes by. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

I love the little white caps. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

I love the little white caps. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

The river rambles through the mountains. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The river rambles through the mountains. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The river flows through it. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The river flows through it. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

River swirls. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

River swirls. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

River rock. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

River rock. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

Some of the rocks which have slid down the river are quite large. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Some of the rocks which have slid down the river are quite large. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Rocks from the mountains have fallen into the river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Rocks from the mountains have fallen into the river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

A creek which feeds the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

A creek which feeds the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

I named this the Sunflower House. Photography and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

I named this the Sunflower House. Photography and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

The Eastern Continental Divide. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Eastern Continental Divide. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

I love lavender. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

I love lavender. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

A Trip Up the East Coast of America


 

It has been a very long week here. Not bad, just full of hassles and things not going quite the way I had hoped.  I found this video and a friend of mine has made the trip several times. I have been to different sections of the Intracoastal Waterway. So I have included two of my own photographs. It is very pretty and some day I would love to make the entire trip.

 

So in honor of all of us who need a minute of relaxation and to see the beauty of Mother Earth, may I present…

 

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   Intracoastal waterway, the Carolinas. Photograph and

                             copyright by Barbara Mattio 2013

 

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DSC_0711                               Intracoastal waterway Carolinas. Photograph and copyright by 

                               Barbara Mattio 2013

 

 

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    “Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain,

                                spirit of the garden,

                                 Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood

                                 Teach us to care and not to care

                                  Teach us to sit still

                                   Even among these rocks

                                   Sister, mother,

                                   And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,

                                   Suffer me not to be separated

                                   And let me cry come unto Thee.”

                                                                     —T. S. Eliot

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peace Begins at Home


Costa Rica; Acrylic paint by Barbara Mattio 2011

Costa Rica; Acrylic paint
by Barbara Mattio 2011

Many people talk about peace, write about peace, sing about peace and march about peace. This is all very wonderful, however, how does it actually start?  What is the germ of peace that gets planted that makes people want to work for peace?

I believe that the desire for peace is within our souls at birth and it is a desire that cell memory carries. Every cell of every organ is imprinted with peace. I am not going to address those people like Hitler or Ted Bundy. That is another discussion.

As we grow into childhood and adulthood, we develop thoughts. Some thoughts are good and some are not so good. Some are evil even. Thoughts have energy and as we “think” the good thoughts go out into the Universe and bring good energy and vibrations. Evil ones or bad ones work the same. This is why affirmations and positive thinking are so important.

If I tell myself that I am stupid or ugly every day, I will begin to believe it. That negativity will effect myself and everything around me. So it is vital to watch your thoughts. If you have a negative one, replace it with a positive one. Practicing gratitude everyday is also creating positive thoughts.  Thoughts go out into this world and can affect nature, plants, trees, animals, insects, even our water. Studies have been done and the results are remarkable. You may want to look at my blogs from last year.

Once we begin to watch our thoughts and keep them positive as much as possible, then the cell memories have the ability to grow and thrive. Peace begins to fill us and as we are filled, peace emanates from our beings and people can feel the peace when they are around us. The opposite is also true.  As we feel positive about people and life, we begin to feel like doing things that help others. Perhaps volunteer work. Perhaps joining a Peace organization. You begin to bring peace to others and your actions and words bring peace in your life. The ripple starts with you and moves outward until neighborhoods, cities, counties and countries feel more peaceful. Now if half of the people on our planet would start with positive thoughts, can you imagine the difference this would make in the world?

Try it. Creating peace is free and feels wonderful.

A Tiny Drop of Water


     The Joy of Unity With the Universe

“O Lord,
One tiny bit of water rests on the palm of my hand.
I bring it to you and with it I bring the whole ocean
This tiny drop has the power to ease the burning thirst of men,
when spread on the earth, to give life to the seed and the future
harvest,
when poured on the fire to quench the blaze.
A tiny drop of water
can cleanse the whole of my impurity when blessed by your forgiveness.

—Ishpriya rscj

Blessings

Seeing the World Through Different Eyes

Invoking the powers of the Universe or bestowing on Mother Earth or other beings is neither a simple benevolent wish nor an act of hubris. It is really an act of creative confidence.We free ourselves to come into dynamic relationship with the entire Universe. “May all beings be happy.”

“What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone,
in the forest, at night, cherished by this
wonderful, unintelligible,
perfectly innocent speech,
The most comforting speech in the world,
the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges,
and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!
Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it.
It will talk as long as it wants, this rain.
As long as it talks I am going to listen.
————Thomas Merton

“Let us be united,
Let us speak in harmony,
Let our minds apprehend alike,
Common be our prayer,
Common be the end of our assembly,
Common be our resolution.
Alike be our feelings,
United be our hearts,
Common be our intentions,
Perfect be our unity.

—— From the Hindu Rig Veda

Cuyahogua Falls, Ohio;  Photo by Barbara Mattio

Cuyahogua Falls, Ohio; Photo by Barbara Mattio

My version of Mellow Yellow Monday


I have decided to participate in Mellow Yellow Mondays. Mondays are always punishing, at least from my perspective. Yellow should be the official color of summer. There are other good summer colors but yellow just lifts the spirits, fills me with joy and makes me want to dance. The summer months allow us to stretch, move, lift our faces to the sun, and inhale. I love the fragrance of the trees, grass, and flowers. I love the sound of waves hitting the beach and the laughing of children. The wind through the trees catching the pendulums of wind chimes fills me with delight. Summer makes us more aware of our senses and of the elements. Fire, water, air and earth

“From mountain primrose, from rose and thorn,
from nettle blossoms that bloom in the shade,
from gores and thistle, I am made,
from lady’s mantle I was born.

Nine flowers give me nine powers
and nine more herbs are what formed me.
I am called Bloudewedd.
Earth and magic are in my blood.”
—Welsh song to the flower goddess