The Chautauqua Experience


 

 

I wanted to share some more of my experiences at Chautauqua with you. It truly is like walking into another world. A world that is quieter and beautiful. Fragrance fills the air. Faintly, from the direction of the lake you can hear laughter and giggling.

 

My first thing to do is to take pictures. I took over 600 photos. No you won’t have to look at all of them. I allow the energy fill me and take me to my calm space. We walked down the main street, which is brick, and found ourselves at Bestor plaza. I released a sigh of contentment.

 

After the big band performance, we went down to the lake for the fireworks. I sat on a bench while Amy video taped them. Chautauqua has a bell tower and it played patriotic songs while we watched the July 4th fireworks. We left about eleven to go back to our motel. The next day was filled with walking the streets and looking at the great old homes, a little food, going to the lake and seeing the opera, Madame Butterfly. It was a fantastic performance. I have seen it before but this one had perfect music, every note was precise and the voices were angelic. We had run into friends and we all ended up going to the opera together.

 

Amy did an internship for the opera almost thirty years ago and she went to visit her old haunts. I went to the bookstore and noodled around and went to the bookstore. Complete happiness descended upon me and I moved slowly through the shelves. They touch all subjects with their inventory and promote Chautauqua authors.

 

We went to a poetry and prose reading. I love to go to readings anywhere. Here the readings took place on a wide porch which wraps itself around two sides of the house. Authors can stay there if they wish. We sat in wicker furniture, feeling the gentle breeze on the cheek and words sailing through the air to your heart. A really good experience. Then we went to an art show in the park. It was fun to wander around enjoying the beauty and immersing ourselves in all of the talent and beauty that filled the park.

 

 

 

 

 

 

St. Elmo's Door. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

St. Elmo’s Door. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Inspiration stump at Lily Dale. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Inspiration stump at Lily Dale. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

Flowers photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Flowers photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

 

 

Lily Dale, NY. Spiritualist community

Lily Dale, NY. Spiritualist community

                                                                                                                            Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

All-women's big band from Buffalo NY. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio

All-women’s big band from Buffalo NY. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio

 

Hall of Philosophy. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Hall of Philosophy. 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

 

 

 

Day Lily. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Day Lily. 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

 

 

 

 

Clematis. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Clematis. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Art show. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Art show. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

Art Show. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Art Show. 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

 

 

Father and son. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Father and son. 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

 

 

 

Bats the official night visitors on the grounds. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Bats the official night visitors on the grounds. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

 

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 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

 

 

 

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           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

 

 

 

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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

 

 

 

Fourth of July fireworks. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Fourth of July fireworks. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Morning From My Garden


It is Saturday morning and it is tropical outside. The flowers are fragrant and exploding with color. I love summer nights when you can go outside and it is just you and the night sky. The stars have been my friends since I was a child and I love to go out and breathe deeply and feast my eyes on the firmament. I like to remember that I am star dust and it always make me feel so amazing. It makes me feel so alive and connected. At some time, long after we are all gone, the will be star ships up there and humans will meet other species. Our thoughts will still be traveling out there in space. The Universe will always carry the imprint of our lives and what we accomplish during our brief time here. Try going out and watching our little part of the Universe. Good morning to all of my friends and readers. Namaste

 

 

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Summer smiles photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Summer smiles photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

My garden photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

My garden photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Red roses for the heart. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Red roses for the heart. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Rio rose photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Rio rose photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

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                     Peach Drift rose photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

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     Asters photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

 

Pink roses. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Pink roses. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Orange broom. Photograph taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Orange broom. Photograph taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

Iris. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Iris. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

The innocence of Daisies. Photo taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 Photo taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

 

Late tulips. Photo taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Late tulips. Photo taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

O Great Spirit


The Native Americans Truly Honored our Planet

There are indigenous people around the world who have given us a heritage and inheritance for honoring Mother Earth and our planet. We have knowledge of their wisdom and it is available if we want it.

Many people in the world today do value and honor our planet. Some of the changes that are happening are part of the life cycle of the planet but many we have caused ourselves. Whether changes are man-made or part of the life cycle of the planet- such as the ice age- we can help to heal our planet and help her to heal herself.

Planning green areas in cities are a great help, planting trees, and not allowing big business to pollute the air and water are other important things we can do. Recycling is a help and helping to organize recycling where it is not now available is another idea.

There are so many poets and authors who remind us of how important the landscape around us is. It is healing and soothing. It lifts the spirits and lights up the soul. We are so lucky to have this source of beauty around us whenever we want or need to see beauty. Painters and photographers have immortalized the beauty they saw and it adds to our joy to see the world through their cameras and paint brushes. I am a great fan of the Impressionists. I love the way the used light to enhance their brush strokes and to make you feel as if you were there in their shoes standing at their easels. How grateful I am for that gift they left to all of us.

The Natural World

…If one looks long enough at almost anything, looks with absolute attention at a flower, a stone, the bark of a tree, grass, snow, a cloud, something like revelation takes place. Something is “given,” and perhaps that something is always a reality outside the self. We are aware of God only when we cease to be aware of ourselves, not in the negative sense of denying the self, but in the sense of losing self in admiration and joy.”
—Excerpted from “From May Sarton’s Well”, Compiled by Edith Royce Schade

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Blanket Flowers from my garden. Photo by Barbara Mattio

Metroparks Zoo, Photo by Barbara Mattio

The Little Things


Bonsai Show Photo by Barbara Mattio

The other day I went with a friend to the Bonsai show and it was a wonderful time. In the past the bonsai’s I have seen were indoor plants. I saw so many amazing outdoor plants and trees that were in miniature. It was so thrilling to see all of the tiny evergreens and the very tiny flowers.

I saw deciduous trees, all sporting a riot of colors. A miniature forest made up of tiny trees with perfect little leaves. I was amazed to see the texture, veining and color so familiar and yet so new in its tininess. Some were even smaller than any I had ever seen.

Bonsai Show Photo by Barbara Mattio

So much perfection was stunning and impressive to see. Tiny flowers looking like little specks of star dust landing on the branches. You could almost see in your mind’s eye a tiny bird sitting on a tiny nest. It is so touching to see a little leaf, smaller than your fingertip, just perfect in design and textures. The trunk gnarled and winding around itself just like you would see in every forest you have ever been in.

The Universe is an amazing place full of perfection, beauty, and breathtaking detail. That was what really got me. The detail that left nothing out. Each flower and tree complete in its minuteness. I think the Bonsai made me think much more about the detail that goes into everything in the Universe. What a wonderful gift to see from new eyes and perspective.

Bonsai Forest, Photo by Barbara Mattio

Friday Flower Fiesta


Cleveland Botanical Gardens; Photo by Barbara Mattio

Cleveland Botanical Gardens; Photo by Barbara Mattio

I like Friday Flower Fiesta. It gives our minds a rest, a small respite from all that is happening in the world. So take a deep breath and I hope my flowers take you away somewhere beautiful and peaceful for a few moments.

Praise


Hibiscus by Stephanie and Photo by Barbara Mattio

” 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.
Our peace in his will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother,
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea.
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee.”
——–T.S. Eliot

Photo by Barbara Mattio

“Lord, make this world to last as long as possible.”
—-Prayer of an eleven year old child,
on hearing of Sino-Indian border fighting.

May Day Festival


 

 

 

 

May Day, or in Pagan religions Beltane, is a holiday historically celebrated for thousands of years as the point of fertility and beauty of the flowering earth. I have never had the opportunity to dance around a May Pole. It is still celebrated in many countries in the world. You may live in one of them. Through hundreds of years, this day was celebrated by the Celts as the feast of the renewal of earth’s reproductive energy in springtime. With the advent of Christianity, the old festival was changed and it became a quiet processional to honor the virgin mother. I feel that she represents the female aspect of God in our modern day. The original festival was not completely eradicated as the virgin was crowned with wreaths of flowers to celebrate the renewal of Mother Earth. The outer meaning has changed, but the inner meaning remains. May Day is also a reminder of the natural cycle of the earth. So we celebrate the end of the dark winter and the coming of the life giving sun.

So raise your face to the sun today, pick flowers, start seeds, and know that whatever it is called, this is a day of celebration.

Irish May Day Song

“Summer! Summer! The cow’s mild milk
and the goddess with summer within her,
and the yellow summer, and the white daisies,
and the goddess with summer within her.”

I am grateful for the return of light!