BrooksLooks @ Red Rock Canyons

red rock canyons

these red rock canyons
recall the forces
we face
experiencing our own
cataclysmic events
upheavals, changing times
uncontrolled quakes
and the tumbling down
the glacial pace of erosion
until the eventual arrival
at our own
angle of repose

these red rock canyons
reveal the millennia past
sand grain by grain
layer on layer
in gravity’s fate
records cast in reddish-brown
then a layer of ashen gray
perhaps an epochal era
when the sun went away
violent tectonics
pushed up
what water wears down

these red rock canyons
once oasis, once desert, once ocean
now stacked stone mountains
of petrified lives
that were once in motion
pressed into time
surrounding us
shoulders of boulders
out beyond our companions
we’ve found
sanctuary here
in these red rock canyons

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BrooksLooks @ Graciousness & Gratitude

On Graciousness and Gratitude

The veneer of our cultural kindness has worn thin. In some places, it has long since worn off leaving an ugly rudeness that we all feel in our country these days. It doesn’t help that unacceptable and offensive behavior emanates from our highest offices, or that acts of great violence and injustice are reported to us each day.

Thankfully, graciousness and gratitude still flourish among people who choose to treat others with dignity and respect. It is after all that what we give to others that we will reap in turn.

It is an important choice that we must make, one that is really neglected today. Why would we choose to be small-minded and smugly miserable? Or choose to do battle, rather to find a way to peace? To choose to divide because of differences rather than celebrate our common diversity? Or to be associated with a religion that means we can’t love someone, or can’t bake a cake for someone or one in which only one gender can advance?

Whether we know it or not too many of us have traded graciousness for speed and efficiency. We have traded generosity of spirit for more cell phone time and less family time and we have traded personal connections for digital ones. We accept religious affiliation at the exclusion of others.

In the process, we have also turned away from the needy of our society compounding global misery. We have watched in horror how each such neglected person becomes a time bomb who takes others with them in a final, agonizing and grand-standing death rage. We have simply stopped hearing their cries for help—locally, out on our borders and internationally. These souls have been backed into very dangerous corners.

Instead of looking out for everyone, especially the least among us or the most different among us, we have long since looked out for ourselves. This has left too many trapped and failing within our system, or even too many trapped and desperate fighting to get in.

If we were to measure the cost of what we have gained it would in no way compare with what has been lost. Most Americans will recognize “this isn’t us anymore,” knowing full well that we have fallen behind in kindness and courteousness as though offering the simple joy and kind words to another no longer matters.

My wife and I would take a private poll when walking down the beach near our home. We would purposely offer a warm hello to each person that walked by us, and then privately tally the results. There was never a night when everyone said hello in return, and there were plenty of times when our simple greeting was ignored, or we were simply stared at in surprise. A very few inspired souls would actually say hello in return, or in a more rare case someone might add, “have a wonderful evening.”

And yet, I know there is still graciousness in the hearts of many Americans, and some gratitude for this great country of wealth and the age we live in.

It takes so very little to make sure someone is heard, to add enthusiasm or kindness to your voice or to simply say hello. To always remember that someone is doing the best they can do just to be here, is the very lowest measure of empathy.

Just as it takes no additional effort in a fancy hotel to provide a guest with top service compared with a mediocre effort, life doesn’t require much of us except a little compassion, being generous and demonstrating gratitude to others.

This is after all, is all a miracle: that at this place and time, we exist at all–to ponder beauty, nature and goodness while looking out from the lonely universe we inhabit. There are challenges to be sure, but isn’t it an easy choice? Rather like when you get up in the morning and choose to live your life, or you choose to die.

I attended a recent meeting in my community and during a period of public comment, a resident got up and actually said, “We don’t want any more of your kind here,” referring to the county’s largest employer and its staff. It was quite a shock to think that anyone would say such a thing! How then are we to deal with the differences among people?

Goodness always seems to spiral upwards, and I therefore recommend we begin to choose graciousness and gratitude in our interactions with others, even those different from us. It is a subtle and powerful change, and without it, well, we are already beginning to see the results.

Since my first visit to Findhorn, a simple yet dynamic ecovillage in the north of Scotland, I have kept with me the strength of spirit and the resolute power of intentioned kindness that I found there in that rare place.

I believe it is such feelings that inform graciousness in my life and the generous way we interact with others. What gratitude I feel in being able to write this to you!

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BrooksLooks @ Genealogy

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a study of our family
and its genealogic scope
sheds light on how we got here
and who we are, i hope

hard to believe our forebears
birthed children through the ages
until down to me at last
begat of kings and serfs and sages

there were knights and lords and ladies
even earls, a marquess or two
viscounts, Indians and sheriffs
worldly explorers through and through

some were un-wedded
some were beheaded
some drawn and quartered
some well-rewarded,
some died in the tower
some wielded great power
some lost now to time
some worked to death in factories
a few were the thriving kind

each one an accident of history
brief islands of DNA
passed on through sex unto the next
’til ‘poof’ here we are today

wouldn’t want to invite ’em all
to dinner on any one night
but i’d like to invite the notables
the notorious, the somewhat bright

then we’d drink to our common family
dance in life’s teeming streams
celebrate our ancestral gifts
born of stardust and ancient dreams

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BrooksLooks @ Home on the Range

Sometimes we are lucky enough in our lives to run a Relais and Châteaux affiliated guest ranch along the continental divide way up in the Colorado Rockies. If so lucky, we live and work on one of Nature’s most beautiful stages with some of the finest, hard-working, talented and dedicated employees one will ever meet.

Our staff are the people who attend to amazingly specific details like repairing an in-room guest safe door lock at midnight, to those arriving at work before 5 a.m. to make specially requested menus and baked goods for breakfast.

Of course, clearing snow, fixing flat tires, preparing meals, cleaning guest rooms every day, caring for 90 horses on 5,000 acres and leading horseback rides that can truly set the soul free are all de rigueur in this world.

It isn’t because it is an easy post, as there is certainly plenty of work and stress along with myriad moving parts among rapidly changing priorities. The days can seem very short as the team arrives well before breakfast each day and will leave after dinner only when the dining room had been set for breakfast.

At this level of hospitality, there is far more to remember than simply each guest’s name. Flight arrival times for transportation, pre-purchase of specifically requested foods, beverages and amenities, knowledge of guest allergies (i.e., feathers, cleaning products, nuts, etc.) along with all manner of dining and amenity preferences are only the beginning of the list.

In short, every member of the team must anticipate, respond to and resolve each and every guest request unless their responding could be considered illegal, immoral or unsafe. Consider then the breadth of possible requests that remain, such as organizing an impromptu helicopter tour or an all day hike in the Zirkel Wilderness.

There is without a doubt a very long list of joys concomitant with serving in such rarified air. When I consider the amazing people we’ve met, the finest foods, flavors and beverages we have enjoyed and the worldly perspectives and contacts we have made, our cup has certainly runneth over.

Running a guest ranch here is to exist in the West’s wide open spaces. We will always consider it a great honor in our lives to get to know the rare individuals who come to the ranch and those who stayed on to make their homes in this remote and pristine ranching community. These neighbors, guests and staff members have enriched our lifes by their kindness, by their joy and friendship. They have forever imprinted their kindness in our hearts.

Challenges out here are plenty though. How much I have appreciated the kind and talented co-workers who handle them gracefully while retaining their wonderful sense of humor and focus after working 70 or 80 hours or more week after week. There were moments of anguish and tears to be sure, mostly the result of really caring about one’s responsibilities.

We saw first hand the wonderful impact a guest ranch vacation has on a person, and on a family. There were occasionally tears too from young guests who really hated saying goodbye after their weeklong stay. You see, they came to know their horse and wrangler, our kids counselors, guides and staff as their friends after so many wonderful moments together.

Some of the great joy we felt was in welcoming those former children now as adults, who returned to the ranch for the first time with their new young families. A wonderful cycle continues.

I suspect this may have been my life’s last opportunity to manage such a special guest ranch, but who knows? Maybe my friend, Gene Kilgore, the leading authority on western guest ranches has a different idea?

What an interesting chapter it has been, as we count our blessings and reflect back on this time in our lives.

Sometimes we are lucky indeed.

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BrooksLooks @ The West

The West

there are places…
out west
where all there is
is quietness
where souls are healed
by letting go
of all that
never mattered
beyond the man-made din
of life’s raucous clatter

there are places…
here out west
of clarity
where you see every star
on a night’s display
however far
when wasted light
is left behind
along with blinding pointlessness
that once got in the way

there are places…
here out west
where people
are still simply true
who understand
the who that’s you
how to give and leave you space
share pain and joy
can mend a fence
most of all they still make sense

there are places…
here out west
like a Stegner dream
where bluebirds sing
to the lemonade spring
and rivers thrive and all is grand
way out here on Abbey’s land
where native spirits still survive
roaming on forever
in a perfect place
for a final stand

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BrooksLooks @ Final Injection

an injured leg
an ominous break
the inevitable steps
a vet must take

adrenaline runs wild
in anguish and stress
the only relief
in a wrangler’s caress

first needle, he falls
with wild, uncertain eyes
then a fatal, final injection
and his strong heartbeat dies

only broken hearts
after the quieted storm
tears fall down
on his neck still warm

we’ll miss his life
the love he shared with all
there are new hoofbeats in heaven
but here an unused saddle,
an empty stall

the herd diminished
as Frino dies
and a ranch sanctified
by the tears
from a wrangler’s eyes

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BrooksLooks @ Synergy

all was right with the world today
i was where i wanted to be
at times it comes together like this
along life’s trajectory
i know it will change again one day
as this sweet tide goes out
for now i treasure each moment
until that turnabout
such moments i know
will come and go
lives are lived
through high and low

though, all was right with the world today
i was where i wanted to be
i thank the Lord for days like this
and the gifts he gives to me

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BrooksLooks @ Hospitality Recruiters

As a young hospitality manager, you may have begun receiving calls from recruiters without knowing they could one day be instrumental in shaping your career. Perhaps you are very happy where you are and generally ignore their calls. I suggest that you will appreciate their calls the day you need them.

The following are points of wisdom, now shared with you that are the result of personal experiences. This is to emphasize how important Hospitality Recruiters can be in helping you to transition out of situations–such as when an owner dies, your property is sold or the economy tanks–and into a new and satisfactory position. You’ll really appreciate your network of recruiter relationships when that day arrives.

  1. Why do I need to communicate with a recruiter when they contact me?

Unless you have a lifetime contract or you are independently wealthy I recommend you thank every recruiter who calls you and begin to establish a relationship with them.

If you are a young hospitality manager, I recommend staying in touch with those recruiters who show an interest in you. Make sure they have your most up-to-date information at all times and if asked, be sure to recommend other colleagues in your network that you feel may be interested and qualified.

  1. What if more than one recruiter is contacting me?

Then you are indeed a lucky person! Each recruiter can present new opportunities. My advice is to get to know each one, and nurture the relationship. Make sure they know exactly what you are looking for. You never know when it will be critically important. Build relationships!

  1. Do I have to tell each recruiter that I am working with other recruiters?

You will need to maintain a very high standard of discretion in working with recruiters, especially when you are working with multiple recruiters. You’ll need to make a judgement call in the event of a conflict, and be the professional. Let the other recruiter know as soon as possible that you are considering other solid offers. You will play games with recruiters at your own peril.

  1. What if I receive multiple offers, from different recruiters–how do I handle this?

The professional recruiter is well qualified and eager to help you negotiate the best compensation package possible. In the event of multiple offers at the same time, be up front about it and follow your heart to the opportunity that is the best match for you. You may need to pursue each offer almost to its conclusion until you are able to make a decision. These can be some real moments of soul searching.

Give feedback to the recruiter, and speak up if something doesn’t feel right. In the end. it’s your deal. Remember that the sooner you can give regrets to the other recruiter, the better and kinder it is. Who knows when you’ll need to reach out to that same recruiter in the future! You will be amazed at what a small community it is of hospitality professionals.

  1. How do I know if a recruiter can help me, and if they are trustworthy, honest and professional?

Word of mouth from your colleagues is important in getting to know the right hospitality recruiters. The Recruiter’s job is one of complete discretion, and they wouldn’t last long if they divulged information that jeopardized a candidate’s current position or future opportunities. Remember that they are generally on your side, are only paid when you are hired, and usually only when you are employed for a minimum period of time. In the event you don’t work out, they may be required to perform another search without additional compensation.

  1. What does a recruiter most need from me?

Honesty and integrity. A full disclosure of your skills and talents. Updated résumés and updated professional references. Referrals to strong candidates.

  1. Should I keep in touch with recruiters, or am I just bothering them?

If you are personally in a search mode, regular contact shows that you are enthusiastically interested in working with them. The recruiter will let you know if you are overdoing it. Remember that your other full time job is marketing yourself.

  1. How do I negotiate offers through the recruiter?

I have found that top recruiters are expert at this.They will help you assemble your minimum requirements for the job well in advance. Often, the recruiter will back away and let you handle the negotiation. Use the recruiter as a consultant and take your time. Much more goes into salary negotiations than just a few numbers.

  1. What if I feel the recruiter isn’t presenting me accurately?

Sometimes it doesn’t seem like the recruiter has a clear picture of your experience. You need to speak up, defend yourself or better present yourself to him or her. The recruiter is only trying to present you and your skills to their client in the best possible way. The ball is in your court. You should also have a complete understanding of the process the recruiter will go through in representing you to clients.

Don’t let a recruiter entice you with pie in the sky job opportunities or the fact that he/she will be blanketing your resume all over in order to gain greater visibility for you. This indicates the recruiter’s level of professionalism and how they go about their work.

  1. What if a recruiter doesn’t call me back?

Move on. Life is short. Be tenacious in introducing yourself to other recruiters that might be a better fit for you. You’ll find plenty of recruiters (and people) who aren’t interested in getting to know you, or who will make you feel like you don’t amount to much anyway. They simply need to weed you out from the pack as quickly as possible. Don’t take it personally. They have a job to do too. Be tenacious and move on.

Good luck!

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BrooksLooks @ Tomorrow

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Tomorrow

if we knew how fragile
this all was
would we still do
what everyone does

if tomorrow came
and this was gone
would a change in behavior
suddenly dawn

will wonton acts
of careless extreme
compromise
this beautiful dream

oceans rise
a species dies
fires burn
Nature cries

when do we

(the smart ones)

realize?

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BrooksLooks @ Release

Release

peaceful calm
in wild spaces
far beyond
culture’s storms
into the quiet places
where nature
transforms

on a
guiltless flight
to sanity
sanctuary
sets me free
all it took
was letting go
in nature’s current
life’s wild flow
brought me
here to be
renewed
how much i’ve found
in solitude.

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BrooksLooks @ Inhospitable

Inhospitable

the roadside motel
has gone to hell
storage units with beds
would serve as well

proud old brands that
once defined service
staffed with people who
make me nervous

bleary eyed
we’re short on smiles
we see the sign
after all those miles

we pull in…

“reservations?”
(well yes, we had plenty
but we couldn’t admit)
“just a room for night,
that would be it.”

“driver’s license
and credit card, room 334,
breakfast’s 6 to 10,
over there by the door”

underwhelmed…

i grab ahold of the bell cart
like a mule to a plow
push our bags up the ramp
and in the elevator, somehow

in the morning
styrofoam greets us…

with fresh powdered eggs
and pork-ish sausage
in gravy dregs

liquefied syrup for coffee
is anything real?
selecting the banana
we drive off
in search of a human
to serve us a meal

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BrooksLooks @ A Patchwork of People and Time

A Patchwork of People and Time

in a life of joyful moments
i recall those we shared now
your face appears to me at last,
all the moments we shared somehow

i ponder too the great catalogue
of all the interesting souls
those like you who came my way
a few left the biggest holes

perhaps enough of time has passed
to stop and start to measure
accomplishments
and the lifelong work we traded
in the end, for safety’s treasure

now at last i count them up
and wonder where they went
those who’ve come and gone at last
both hell and heaven sent

i wish the moments lasted longer
and i came to know you well
but time and tide were against us
in a life ‘tween storm and swell

my life is quieter, contemplative
with each person who now passes
i realize the moments were all jewels:
the memories one amasses

my life is made of all those times
a patchwork of people and time
i remember you now once again
forever part of mine

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BrooksLooks @ One More Thing

One More Thing

when my time has come
and i fade from view
do what you will
with what’s left of me,
then do what’s best for you

and one more thing

when i’ve gone
after my last day
buy plenty of whisky
and find a piper
who’ll play

and if there is any
money left
spend more on the whisky
and less time
bereft

scatter my ashes
on a gentle breeze
in the woods
near a brook
or by the trees

take a sip
sit back and breathe
remember how it was,
how we used to be
then carry on
the best you can
here’s to you my friend
last drink’s on me

no religious jargon
nor prayerful words
just humor and jest
and singing birds
it was the life i was given
i did my best
to many too quiet
was out ridin’ fences
distant and odd
in tune with my senses

tho’ our earthly dance
has come to pass
i’ll smile down
(up, as the case may be)
so tip your glass
for a moment or two
remember me

if you were among
the precious few
precious to me
and i to you,
i leave here
on the wings of your love
with all we shared
i rise above

and one more thing

to those who think i’ve left
owing some debt
whether of the heart
or financial aid
please have a glass
my account is closed
your bill is paid

and one more thing

if you still believe that
i owe you somehow
beyond a lifetime
after i’ve come to pass
it will be easier now
that i’m laid out
to kiss my ass

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BrooksLooks @ Dude Ranchers


In the Company of Dude Ranchers
We just hung up our hats at home after attending the 91st annual meeting of the Dude Ranchers Association in Tucson Arizona. Imagine a whole banquet-room full of America’s kindest people, a legion of fiercely independent and honest souls who through hard work and sheer grit run the great ranches of the West and welcome guests to a way of life and the rich American heritage that you always hoped still existed. It still does.

If you hadn’t noticed, a Renaissance of American guest ranches is underway judging by the DRA’s 100 plus members. Perhaps it is because we as a nation have never needed a digital detox and a real vacation more than right now.

And if you are looking for authentic experiences, you’ll find none better than right here on these ranches surrounded by open range and the safety of our own country. Out here there is a dude ranch ready to welcome you to some of the world’s most beautiful and jaw dropping locations right here at home, generally offering an all-inclusive price.

When you bring your family to a dude ranch, you’ll find a wealth of activities to participate in either individually or together. After dinner, you’ll turn in early every evening. Fresh air and wholesome fun has that effect on everyone.

Each ranch (and rancher) is unique in its own way, with home-grown traditions and style. All of them have horses to ride, trails to explore and a staff of characters you’ll enjoy getting to know from wranglers to housekeepers, to cooks and ranch hands–each provides genuine hospitality shared from the heart.

At the end of the conference, the DRA’s pioneering members, past presidents and Hall of Famers were warmly celebrated with standing ovations. An elder of the group, a cowboy poet took the podium to mark the end of the evening, reciting his poem about all the love he had for his ranch and ranching.

We left with a warm feeling knowing that the D.R.A. represents the very best of our country, and a hospitality force to be reckoned with. As new members of the group we now proudly ‘ride for the brand.’ Sure hope you’ll look us up and come rediscover today’s still Wild West. Bring your hat and boots.

See you at the Campfire.

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BrooksLooks @ Mother’s Birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER

mom, the life you gave me

is a little older today

and in those decades now gone by

we’ve both come a long, long way

i’m still the same old person

you raised me up to be

those sacred days of childhood

are a die since cast in me

your lessons remain most precious

and resonate still today

your unceasing love above it all

helped a son to find his way

from my first taste of wildness

exploring out past the backyard wood

the joy i found in new frontiers

and knowing that I could

go way out there beyond the fields

and return to a nurturing home

gives me joy yet today

comfort wherever i roam

my heart still full of adventure

across trails trod far and wide

the love you given me since then

remains a treasured gift inside

i know i’ve let you down some

even though still unavowed

but i hope there were some moments

when you felt really proud

Mom, all these years gone by now

are a tribute to what you’ve done,

the sacrifices you made for me

still reflect in the life of your son

when the day arrives and one of us

must tell the other goodbye

a heavenly adventure will unfold

in the tears of an endless cry

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BrooksLooks @ Alpenglow

Alpenglow

new calves play
jumpin’ around
horses graze
in fields of green
columbine bloom
crimson and blue
wildflowers pop up
in between

river flows
too fast to fish
as the sun comes down
we’ve got our wish
Colorado
in the alpenglow of evening
each sweet sundown,
Colorado

farmin’ thrives
and ranchers strive
to make the livin’
their father’s did
a finer home
they’ve never known
lucky to grow up here a kid
as the sun comes down
i’m glad we did
find a place in Colorado
another sweet sundown
of alpenglow in
Colorado

thankfully
the wild west
is still the best
a perfect match
for wanderlust
and bravado
i think of the old days
now and then
as the sun comes down
i let it go and i rise again
grateful once to
call it home
Colorado
another sundown,
sweet alpenglow in
Colorado

maybe this is it
and our live’s end here
on these dirt roads
in each passing year
the sun comes down
on this small town
and we’re glad it’s so
Colorado
sweet alpenglow
in Colorado

here in the mountains
we left it behind
up against
the great divide
saddled and tacked,
ready to ride
got ourselves
a brand new motto
as the sun comes down
we lived it up
out West
in the sweet alpenglow,
of Colorado

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BrooksLooks @ Moved to Tears

Moved to Tears

they move from
the Bay State mountains
south to Connecticut’s shore
move to the land
of bratwurst and cheeses
to Sheboygan and back
to the Blue Ridge for more

move to the land
where the roadrunner races
where ocotillo grows
in wide open spaces
south and east
to the land of the pine
moved for a time up in old Appalachia
moved to the Smokies
in North Caroline

at last they moved West
in hopes it would be
a move toward home,
and sanity
Utah, Arizona, Colorado
along the great divide
where the air is clear
and the views open wide

if you add up ‘em all up
all the beginnings and ends
the sad goodbyes
to new-made friends
and all those years
and unknown fears
moving trucks
and changing gears
you’ll know why now
they’re moved to tears

how many times
can furniture be stored
or tied on top
with bungee cords
how many moves
can they really make
how many cross country drives
can anyone take?
how many towns
will they call home
how far can they go
how far can they roam

oh the packing tape
on each cardboard box
new license plates
new primary docs
where home is
a monthly rental
and a P.O. Box

through address changes
and open ranges
following their hearts all those years
if you asked why they did it
they can hardly say
they’re moved to tears

maybe it’s the new American way,
to follow work where it is today
paycheck gypsies out on the run
crossing the country in search of one

for the pact is broken now
loyalty long gone somehow
businesses cutting every cost
without knowing what’s all been lost

if you add up ‘em all up
all the beginnings and ends
the sad goodbyes
to new-made friends
and all those years
and unknown fears
you’ll know why
we were moved to tears

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BrooksLooks @ A Poet’s Prescription

A Poet’s Prescription

thank you for sharing
these moments with me
for reading words
arranged
mindfully

a poem can convey
what a poet might say
how they think about life
how it all goes
peacefully pondering
it’s ebbs and flows

here in the present
where the real gifts
are received
true presence is ours
if only we
b r e a t h e

the randomness
of our connection
how you wandered by
perhaps seekers
of joy and wisdom
in time, coalesce
ally

if you’re still reading
in search of a clue
i sincerely hope
i’m getting through

if you’re here biding time
you’ll appreciate
the message and
that some of the words
actually rhyme

here is the thing
a poet might say
as each of us
wanders about on our own
learning and
searching
sometimes astray

poets
recommend
reading
a few poems
on the way

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BrooksLooks @ A Career in Independent Hospitality

A Career in Independent Hospitality
Brooks Bradbury

1. It will bring you to places and present you with situations you have never imagined.

2. Whatever you give, it will ask even more of you–and challenge you each day.

3. The costs are high, and the rewards are too.

4.  You will come to know amazing people from all walks of life, and you will realize that serving everyone well is your life’s work.

5. You will become very familiar with HVAC, refrigeration, plumbing, electricity, cleaning procedures, laundry chemicals and the world of maintenance while developing an intimate working knowledge of sewers and septic tanks. Your knowledge in these areas will be tested when you have a full house, often on a national holiday.

6. If you’re lucky, you will savor some of the world’s finest foods and beverages.

7. If your staff is happy and respected–you will be too. Make it your personal mission to compassionately help people to get where they are going.

8. At times, you may regret your career choice but you will get over it, realizing that your chosen field is the most dynamic and exciting career path you could have chosen.

9. Networking is your second full-time job. See #10.

10. Remember that hotel owners are like everyone else–they will retire, get bored, decide to sell and die–not necessarily in that order. See #9.

11. As soon as you get comfortable,  expect change. Be ready. Be flexible.

12. Your life partner (if you are lucky enough to find one) will be challenged in extraordinary ways by your career choice. 

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Something Gave

red blood
on a white hot sidewalk
officers in blue
an outline in chalk

lost in the cracks
humanity cringes
at the unravelling lives
of souls on the fringes

disenfranchised
sanctuary lost
forgotten and hurting
the real human cost

here evil moves in
like an angry flood
a price is paid
in innocent blood

red blood
on a white hot sidewalk
officers in blue
an outline in chalk

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