The phrase “seeing around corners” gets tossed around boardrooms and strategy meetings as though it were a compliment, a kind of secular beatification for the executive or thinker who got there first. But the phrase deserves closer scrutiny, because what it actually describes is a discipline, and one that most people refuse to practice because the conclusions it produces are uncomfortable.
There’s a special place hiding in the Nebraska Sandhills called the “Mignery Sculpture Garden” in faraway Bartlett, Nebraska. On a recent visit back to the Midwest, our lovely hosts Russ and Kathy drove us in their Ford truck to Bartlett, Nebraska to check out the bronze artwork installation hiding in the Sandhills; Janna and I are grateful to Russ and Kathy for thinking of us for the experience, and for the kindness and for the amazing journey we shared one hot July morning in the stuffy, and humid, American Midwest. Our host for the morning was the immeasurably wonderful blue-shirted Bob Nichols who has now dedicated his life to the propagation of Herb’s artwork, and their shared legacy, in Wheeler County.
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The Beatles were born into The Blues. Their early work is washed in the tinted tones of human suffering and a wailing against a natural born plot in life. When I recently watched the 1988 documentary — Imagine: John Lennon — I was provided us an intimate look into the making of John’s Imagine album, and I was struck by the kindness John and Yoko gave to a Stranger discovered living in a garden on their English estate.
Continue reading → Stranger in the Garden: The Sad Kindness of John and Yoko
by Stephanie Bayles
April 13, 1999
It is once again time to get down and dirty. You know, the cabin fever takes a-hold of your senses just as that familiar smell wafts through an open window. You can’t do anything but obey that primal urge…..TO PLANT! Yes, I’m talking about gardening! Oh, how I love it! The smell of fresh dirt under my fingernails, the mud splatters that go up to my knees, and the satisfaction of ripping out those pesky weeds that think they’ve got a head-start on the real plants!
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