8 Centers on 4 continents And counting Our brand is leading in its field Really? Who cares? How many lives changed? That’s the real measure of Success When we fly high We can fall from high No, it’s not the height that matters It is…

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.”   She knows you dear, heart she’s felt your pulse through the soles of your feet from your first step and caught you when you lost balance   Even when you forget that there is love…

(An Erasure based upon A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II Sc. 1, Titania by Sir William Shakespeare) Forgeries of jealousy, you creeping hags! Haven’t you done enough to me? Never, since the day we met in 1962, not Christmas, nor Thanksgiving, nor Easter day, by…

Those days when I would go off by myself into the woods, grandma’s admonitions ‘be careful’ ‘make sure you don’t go too far’ ‘Too far’ was never really delineated As an only child alone with grandparents each summer, all summer, my independence struggled to keep…

We are all from dust and from dust we will return. Therefore the land recognizes us as its children. We will never be completely lost, Maybe only briefly misguided by our own accord, only to find our way again. We take our own path as…

Even when you’re lost The land knows you, even when you are lost In its veins flows your blood Your spirit embedded in the trees The voices in the rarified air trapped You hear calling out to yourself fair and free The memories since childhood…

I sometimes go back to the beginning, to the Sandhills where I was born, wild expanses of Nebraska prairie where I don’t have to speak. Where no one is left of those who had known my name. There is a windmill and the ruins of…

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore that the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion, a home and a country should leave us no more! Dread silence reposes what the battle was for, but dawn’s early light undoes the illusion– a blood-spattered…

Sober Friend   Grieving without wine I became the sober friend Without intention I hear The ice in their glasses When I answer the phone   It is almost all of them And I am surprised Belonging to this club For years knowing The phone…

The land knows you, even when you are lost calls you home even after years enduring countless cold mornings watching sideways as the garden grows out of the dark black mulch of night horizons start to hover against the light trees creep, tiptoe up assume…