Women are repeatedly accused of taking things personally. I cannot see any other honest way of taking them.
—Marya Mannes, American Writer
“Come to the cliff,
he said.
They said, we are afraid.
Come to the cliff, he said
They came.
He pushed them,
And they flew.
—old French poem
I am sitting at my desk in front of my bedroom windows. Everywhere I look is mountains, river and trees. The night creatures are singing to me their oft-repeated song. The sun is gloriously sliding down behind the mountains and twilight descends. I see no stars or moon yet, but they are there. I hear traffic far off in the distance, the collision of two worlds. In this present moment, I could not ask for more.
Two of my grandchildren having
the last romp in the waves for the day.
Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2013
Hidden Treasure
I came to plant some seeds
I came to plant a tree
I came with a treasure buried deep
in the depths of me.
I came like land to land
I came like sea to sea
the mysteries of earth
and the secrets of dreams
deep in the depths of me.
Who shall witness time’s flowers
pluck fruit
from the fruit-giving tree
and who be crowned with
the diadem found, deep
in the depths of me.
—David Sparenberg
Mountain twilight. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2010
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