Posts Tagged ‘Power’

Leadership Challenges for the New Year

Wednesday, December 28th, 2011

What can we do to help each other face the challenges of an economic climate that changes with the weather?

There are no safe havens. Sears has been around forever and is closing stores. Old brands are dying, yet new ones will always come along to replace them.

 

What do we want from our leaders to help us with the tides of change?

The following article gives food for thought. So does my response. Enjoy.

What does leadership look like?

Glenn Llopis

Bringing the immigrant perspective to business leaders

Leadership Contrast: Men and Power

Thursday, December 22nd, 2011

 

Lots of deaths of powerful men in the past year. Many have been dictators who had tons of money and little integrity.

 

 

 

Think about these 3 questions:

  1. Ever wonder why we permit these men to “rule” us?
  2. Ever wonder why millions will stay quiet and let those who have found the path to brute power to keep it?
  3. Ever think about how we can make a better difference and make a better world?

Vaclav Havel was an actor, a playwright, an artist. Maybe there is a clue there. The arts are a way to the heart. Even the word eARTh gives us a clue. Expressing oneself through music, movement, painting, poetry, theater touches the deep core of who we are. Maybe, just maybe, we should be finding leaders who have a different kind of power to lead us. Havel had that mysterious and important blend. What about you?

Havel: Hero Of Our Time

Click above to read the article by Barry Wood, Economics Journalist at HuffPost World.

Leadership and Democracy

Thursday, September 29th, 2011

Sean Penn, a great Academy Award winning actor is also a passionate activist. I spent time mulling over a statement he made while I was catching up on the news on the plane coming from Las Vegas.  I was riveted watching a program about what a democracy requires.

“Democracy is no democracy without participation” was an important quote from Sean Penn. I sat thinking about leadership and what it takes for leaders to activate our participatory neurons. Plane rides are great places to zone out and also to have quiet time to think.

My reverie brought me back to sixth grade where I was elected the Vice President of our class. “What do I do?” I queried. “Not much” was the reply from the President. He made sure to inform me that HE would be in the limelight and I would simply be there, well, in case he got sick or there was something boring he did not want to participate in.

It was a time before “the girls” took strong stands. I looked at dear Bill and smiled, “I guess I’ll take my cues from you.” “Yeah, good idea” was his reply.

Even at the age of twelve the conditioning to let others dictate behavior, what is and is not allowed, what can and can’t be done is deep. And I was one of the question askers, one of the GUTSY ones.

It did not take long before I started to create some waves at school. “Why” I asked our teacher did the President have all the power and I, the Vice President had none? (Do you think Joe Biden asks this also?).

I got little from my teacher who just wanted us to “behave”. I was told that was just the way things were and to accept things as they were. What was so perfect was that Bill became majorly annoying in school and before I knew it there were rumblings of impeachment. That would mean I would be President. Sounded good to me!

Now, as I look back I think about what a major learning time that could have been for all of us twelve-year-old kids. Instead, the teacher called a meeting of the “rabble rousers” and told them you cannot impeach a President for liking his job and for showing off. We did not have a leg to stand on and thus the delight about impeachment soon faded away.

What also faded away was our fascination with power, personalities, and politics. Most of us became uninvolved and the school year ended with little learning about how to really participate in a democracy. What we learned was what so many of us took into the workplace, which is how to behave properly and be politically correct.

Leadership Lessons: Loss of Power

Thursday, September 1st, 2011

hurrican seasonThis past week has been a powerful teaching week in the northeast. While the results of Hurricane Irene were less than the Armageddon that was potentially painted for us, it was still, really bad, and expensive.

My interest has been in watching the reactions of those in leadership positions, both in the community and in businesses that were put in harm’s way. Most leaders I spoke with waxed elegant and gracious, always starting with the relief that there was limited loss of life and that the rest of the losses were replaceable.

There was certainly a call to action in preparedness and while some few have dissed those they see as over cautious, it was definitely the right thing to do. We have no way of ever knowing what twists and turns Mother Nature will take at the last moment.

Now, let’s turn to what loss of power really means. We lost power at The Country Place retreat and Conference Center. A group was planning to rent this beautiful place for the week-end and rightfully decided to stay put with their families; team building could wait for another calmer week end.

My husband Herb and I came back from a conference in Knoxville Tennessee, a day late and tired. We found no running water, no food we could retrieve from the refrigerator, no lights, no flushing toilets. I must admit, it was rather romantic to eat cold soup from a can by candlelight. Well, maybe romantic is pushing it; it was well, different.

As we sat in the flickering glow of the candles we chatted about our Leadership in Action programs, the  journeys to Peru, hiking the Inca Trail, camping by a mosquito laden lagoon in Brazil, sleeping in rain drenched tents  at Chaco Canyon  in New Mexico and how much we learned when there was  no outer power to distract us.

For me, it was the next morning that was really “powerful”. I could not follow my morning addiction of getting right on the computer. Even my cell phone had no juice. So, we did what we used to do pre computer; we sat quietly and meditated longer than usual.

While I was certainly glad when the lights came on and the motors of air conditioners and refrigerators began to whirl, I must admit, there was a tinge of sadness about leaving the comfort of the darkness and quiet.

For every advance we have we also give something up.
Sometimes it is just good to go back and remember what seemed to be simpler days and nights.

Leadership Lessons from Real Leaders of Yore

Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011

ShackI talked about Ernest Shackleton in “Don’t Bring It to Work” as an example of an emotional explorer who shows the power of resilience. The following post gives all the powerful details, enjoy.

 

Leadership Lessons from Ernest Shackleton

by Brett & Kate McKay

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In September of 1914, Anglo-Irish explorer Ernest Shackleton set out on the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition with the goal of being the first man to traverse the Antarctic continent. Aboard what would become his aptly-named ship, the Endurance, he and 27 men set sail for the South Pole. But along the way, the ship became trapped in ice, setting off a series of events that would lead him away from his original goal and yet test him as a man and enshrine him as a hero far more than the attainment of it would have. While he did not complete the transcontinental journey he had hoped for, he brought back all 27 of his men alive, a feat of magnificent leadership without parallel.

How did he do it? Shackleton’s leadership abilities were myriad, but today we will focus on the two most vital: his resilience and service.

A Leader Must Be Supremely Resilient

Resiliency involves both the hardihood and courage to take on risks and challenges, and the ability to bounce back from difficulties and disappointments. Shackleton would face hardships that almost defy belief, and it was his iron-clad resilience that allowed he and his men to survive.

The story of the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition is the story of surging optimism met with crushing defeat manifested over and over and over again. That the former never failed Shackleton, and the latter never broke him, is truly what brought his men through to the other side.

Numerous times, Shackleton and his men felt incredibly hopeful that a goal was in sight and things were turning their way, only to have these hopes utterly dashed:


The Endurance trapped in ice.
  • The Endurance gets stuck in the ice floes before reaching Vahsel Bay, where the expedition across Antarctica was to begin. But Shackleton is still hopeful that if they wait until the ice melts in the spring, they’ll be able to continue the journey.
  • But after months trapped in ice, the pressure from the shifting floes twists and breaks the ships; it slowly fills with water and Shackleton must issue the order to abandon the vessel. The men must now camp on the ice floe.

The men attempt to pull the boats across the ice floes.
  • Shackleton is hopeful that the men and dogs can pull the supplies and boats across the ice floes until they reach open water, at which point they can set sail for Paulet Island, 346 miles to the northwest. He leads the party, breaking the trail and trying to smooth the pressure ridges with a shovel and pick. But the wet snow soaks the men’s tents and sleeping bags and slows progress considerably. After only making it two miles in two days of marching, the plan is abandoned. The men will have to remain camped on a barren sheet of ice, where they must be careful that the ice does not crack and the killer whales do not rise to the surface and tip them into the freezing waters.
  • After 2 months camped on the ice, Shackleton decides to attempt another march. The men once more leave in high spirits, but again, the progress is so painfully slow that the expedition is quickly abandoned. The men will have to camp for four more months as their icy home drifts for hundreds of miles, their lives completely at the mercy of nature. At
    one point, the coast of Antarctica comes within sight, but the way is blocked by ice, and Shackleton is forced to slowly slide away from his goal.
  • After almost six months of living on ice, it finally melts sufficiently for the boats to be launched. The men set off for Elephant Island, which is only 30 miles away. After an arduous day of sailing, Shackleton feels hopeful they are almost there. But when their position is checked, they find they are now 60 miles from their destination—the current has carried them off course.

En route to Elephant Island the men first tried camping on ice floes, but this was abandoned when one cracked open as the men slept, tearing a tent apart and dropping its inhabitant,
still inside his sleeping bag, into the icy waters. Shackleton, ever vigilant about the safety of his men, had sensed something was wrong, and was right on the scene, immediately fishing the man out.
  • For seven days, Shackleton and his men row and sail in small, open boats upon the stormy seas. Blocks of ice threaten their path. Rain and snow squalls soak them though. Snow showers dust them in white. The sun is absent for 17 hours a day, and the temperatures dip below zero in the dark. Sleep comes only in tiny, involuntary snatches, and the men are
    completely exhausted. On the fourth day of the journey, the water supply runs out and the men grow so dehydrated they cannot eat. Elephant Island is spotted, but as they pull close, a strong gale prevents them from landing. For two days they can see their goal but not approach it.
  • When the men finally make land, they dance along the “beach” and let the pebbles dribble through their hands. Despite the fact this was “an inhospitable place, devoid of any vegetation, covered with glaciers and swept by ice laden surges of the South Atlantic Ocean,” the men are overjoyed; this is the first time they’ve been on solid land in 497
    days. But Shackleton realizes that their landing spot is too open to wind and waves, and the men must get back in the boats and move another 7 miles around the island.
  • The men make camp and are greatly relieved, believing they will be able to spend the winter on the island and be picked up by whalers in the spring. But Shackleton realizes there will not be enough food on the island to last that long; he must break the news to the men and get back in the boat to sail another 800 miles to the whaling stations on
    the island of South Georgia.

The launch of the 22-foot James Caird from Elephant Island, the boat that would carry Shackleton 800 miles on the open sea to South Georgia.
  • Shackleton chooses five men to accompany him, loads a boat with a month’s supply of rations, and takes off to their last hope of salvation. South Georgia was only a tiny speck of an island, and with the smallest mistake in navigation, the men would be swept out into the Atlantic Ocean, where the nearest land was thousands of miles away. For 16 days, the men are battered by waves and wind, fierce gales, and the constant spray of freezing ocean water, which chills them to the very marrow of their bones. Water makes its way into nearly every nook in the boat, including their moldering sleeping bags, and has to be continually pumped and bailed out by hand.  The men cannot stand or sit up straight, and with the ship violently pitching back and forth, they must crawl over the stones serving as ballast to move from one part of the boat to another. Their bodies grow sore and bruised; exposure leaves their mouths cracked and swollen. As the men near the island, water rations grow low and have to be cut; desperate dehydration sets in. Land is spotted on the 14th day, but there is nowhere safe to put in. The drinking water is now completely gone. A hurricane-force gale rocks and floods the boat. The men feel the end is near. But the next
    day they finally find a bay in which to put in.

The small boat encountered 80-foot waves.
  • But the men’s journey is far from over. They find themselves on the opposite side of the island from the whaling stations. Shackleton decides to make an overland journey to reach them, an expedition never before attempted, and one that would take the men over steep snow-slopes and glaciers, jagged mountain peaks, and impassable cliffs. But first
    another delay—bad weather keeps the men from starting the march for ten days, an anxiety-filled time as their thoughts continually turn to the men left on Elephant Island.

The island of South Georgia was beautiful and forbidding.
  • When the march begins, Shackleton as always breaks the trail for the other men, trudging through soft, knee-deep snow and across fields of ice. Without flashlights, the darkness hides the deadly crevasses until they are just upon them. Several times the men grow hopeful that they are almost there, only to realize they have gone the wrong way, forcing them to gloomily retrace their steps. For 36 sleepless hours the men march in search of the whaling stations, stopping only for meals.
  • Finally, Shackleton reaches the first signs of civilization he has seen in a year and a half. And still, the setbacks are not over. Shackleton is desperate to rescue the men on Elephant Island as quickly as possible. He makes three attempts to retrieve them, but each time the ship is forced to turn back because ice blocks the way. It takes a fourth ship and four months until Shackleton makes it back to Elephant Island, but he is greeted with the most rewarding sight of all: all 22 of the men he had left behind, alive, waving from the beach.

Hope. Progress. Crushing setback. Hope. Progress. Crushing setback. This was Shackleton’s reality for a year and a half. Such a string of endless disappointments might have made a lesser man want to curl up and die. But not Shackleton. Although he had moments where the weight of the situation sat heavily upon his shoulders, he would always shake off the gloom and resiliently move forward once more; his manly spirit could not be defeated.

This was true from his first setback to his last.

While the Endurance was trapped in ice, the ship’s captain, Frank Arthur Worsley, said of the man everyone called “The Boss:”

“Shackleton’s spirits were wonderfully irrepressible considering the heartbreaking reverses he has had to put up with and the frustration of all his hopes for this year at least. One would think he had never a care on his mind & he is the life & soul of half the skylarking and fooling in the ship.”

No matter what befell him, Shackleton remained of good cheer and always found reasons to laugh. Even on the soul-crushing boat ride to South Georgia, Worsley remembered him laughing. And on the arduous 36 hour hike to the whaling stations, Shackleton could still earnestly say, “laughter was in our hearts.”

And here is the mark of a real leader: the worse things got, the more cool and collected Shackleton became. Worsley remembered that Shackleton could sometimes be irritable when the going was good and he could afford it, “but never when things were going badly and we were up against it.”

How did Shackleton maintain his resilience amidst trials that would have made other men crumble? He concentrated not on the things that couldn’t be altered and weren’t under his control, but on what he could do.

After the Endurance sank, Worsley remembered that Shackleton was:

“bitterly disappointed, as sorely grieved as I was myself, and he let me get a glimpse of his mind when he said, sadly, one day: “It looks as though we shan’t cross the Antarctic Continent after all.” He paused, and then squaring his shoulders, added cheerfully, ‘It’s a pity, but that cannot be helped. It is the men that we have to think about.’”

And for the rest of the journey, that is essentially all he focused on, finding his strength in a service and a cause greater than his own ambitions.

To read the rest of this amazing story click here.

Snake Oil Sales People and Real Power

Monday, March 7th, 2011

I am getting so annoyed with emails promising me riches beyond my dreams in ten days. Or honest, cross her heart blogs that tell me I can write a book in a weekend, no not just a book, a best seller. And to boot I do not, that is correct, I do not have to have a shred of expertise and the sales numbers will fly through the roof up to the sky.

To all this I say; baloney, malarkey!

In all the leadership training I do I am always relieved when the bulk of the individuals has done and wants to continue to do the hard work of honing their leadership skills. No best seller book in a week-end. Although, I must admit it sounds as good as hearing that tons of chocolate cake and hot fude sundaes will never put weight on your body.

Here is a quote to start the week that is helpful and useful. It should be on the wall of every high school and college in this country. Our addiction to instant fame and fortune is being fed in great gobs through the internet. it is not illegal, just unethical in the sense of promising more than can be.

Book of PowerJeffrey Pfeffer is a professor at Stanford University Business School and author of “Power: How to Get It, Use It, and Keep It”.  The following is like throwing water on a fire that is causing waste and damage. So, let me know what you think.

Obtaining power requires will and skill – the ambition to do the hard work necessary, and the insight required to direct your energy properly. Stop waiting around for bosses and companies to get better and complaining about how you are treated. Build the skills —and use them – that will permit you to create the environment in which you want to live.”

To all this I say; excellent and well said!!!

Martin Luther King: Dreams, Passion and Energy

Monday, January 17th, 2011

Martin Luther King Jr.“I have a dream”, those words spoken at the steps of the Washington Monument those many decades ago still reverberate in the atmosphere day after day. Only four words yet, with such clout for generations to come.

As kids we all have dreams, and as teenagers we all want to make amazing things happen. Then, as adults we say stuff like “well, real life intervened” or “it wasn’t in the cards”, or “the economy turned sour”, and on and on.

So, what separates those who have and hold the vision from the rest of us? Here is a clue: it is not talent, intelligence, looks or luck. What separate us are determination, will power, guts, and passion.

There are so many books with list of what to do to succeed. This is not that, I merely want to add an inner thought for you to digest on this Martin Luther King birthday.

Take some time and think about the passions you had as a kid. You had them. Every child does.  Then write a short paragraph about what the dream was and how you can morph it into reality today. Don’t be shy. Think big. No, really think even bigger.

What will this exercise do for you? It will ignite that place inside where you forgot what delights you. The dreams are often replaced with the realities of mortgages, deadlines, demands.

You can put your dreams back into play and there is no better time than now. Okay, you may not become a world renowned photographer, so what. Get the camera out and find beauty to put into pictures you can download to friends.

One of my early dreams was to be a New York Times best-selling author. Hasn’t happened! However, yes, my book “Don’t Bring It to Work” has won several best business book awards for 2010.

I still want to write that great fiction book and so I keep scraps of ideas in a notebook. Will it ever get written? Who knows? What I do know is that when I jot down thoughts and phrases of beautifully crafted sentences it keeps the small flame of possibility alive and I do believe that is an essential part of health and happiness.

Remember, it’s the journey that makes all the difference. So, in the words of another dreamer “Imagine” and reconnect with your young self, there’s magic there.

Leadership and Invisible Privilege

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

ArroganceDid you ever say about your boss, your sibling, your neighbor “Who does he think he is?” Now, this is not said as a curiosity question; it is said as a statement of indignation. Translate that question to its core and what is really being said is “He thinks he is such a big deal” or “He is so full of himself”.

When this happens you are usually in the right ball park. Individuals who come across as “holier than thou” have a belief that they are better than others. Where does that come from? Issues of power and privilege come from the three areas that form us: family, culture, and crises.

The more astute you are about picking up the cues around issues of power and privilege, the better equipped you are to discuss them rather than get hurt or angry.

Here are a few examples: in the past males were seen as the leaders and females were in a lesser role; there was also lots of judgment about minorities that made individuals and groups feel superior to others. Money has always played a role.  Height, being tall was better than being short; thin better than fat, and on and on.

The visuals of a culture go into our make up when we are tiny, little kids. A Rodgers and Hammerstein song from South Pacific says it best: “You have to be taught to hate and fear, You have to be taught from year to year, It has to be drummed into your dear little ear, You have to be carefully taught.”

The rise of feminism and social justice has helped us make changes by bringing the patterns of the past up for review. No longer is it acceptable to permit the elephants of invisible privilege to lead the way.

Every large system, especially education and health care can be toxic with the fumes of an old, outdated invisible pecking order. We all need to work hard to find ways to challenge the old order by asking questions.

Rather than merely being indignant when we say “Who do they think they are” it is time to look at the hidden meanings, often from long ago that have kept power and privilege in the hands of those born into the “right” family or the “right” culture.

As we continue to be educated in systems thinking, knowing that every change in a system will impact the entire system we can all ask the deeper questions; : “what constitutes fairness” , “how do we earn rights and entitlements” and remember, the essence of our Total Leadership Connections program, that “no one wins unless we all do”.

It’s about you, it’s about me, and it’s about time!

Washington Post: Stupidity is the Name of the Game

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

It really is time for all of us to come together and say “it will stop with me” . In this Op-Ed E.J. Dionne Jr. points in the right direction stating that “stupid politics, irrational ideas on fiscal policy and an antiquated political structure undermine our power”. Then there are tons of comments that show how stuck we are. There is so much blame and polarization it is no wonder we can’t come together. Think about where you dig in your heels to prove your position in life is the right one without really listening to other perspectives. Think about the patterns you need to transform, and then get to work!  

 

In American Politics, Stupidity is the Name of the Game

By: E.J. Dionne, Jr.

Can a nation remain a superpower if its internal politics are incorrigibly stupid?

Start with taxes. In every other serious democracy, conservative political parties feel at least some obligation to match their tax policies with their spending plans. David Cameron, the new Conservative prime minister in Britain, is a leading example.

He recently offered a rather brutal budget that includes severe cutbacks. I have doubts about some of them, but at least Cameron cared enough about reducing his country’s deficit that alongside the cuts he also proposed an increase in the value-added tax, from 17.5 percent to 20 percent. Imagine: a fiscal conservative who really is a fiscal conservative.

That could never happen here because the fairy tale of supply-side economics insists that taxes are always too high, especially on the rich.

This is why Democrats will be fools if they don’t try to turn the Republicans’ refusal to raise taxes on families earning more than $250,000 a year into an election issue. If Democrats go into a headlong retreat on this, they will have no standing to govern.

The simple truth is that the wealthy in the United States — the people who have made almost all the income gains in recent years — are undertaxed compared with everyone else.

Consider two reports from the Center on Budget and Policy Priorities. One, issued last month, highlighted findings from the Congressional Budget Office showing that “the gaps in after-tax income between the richest 1 percent of Americans and the middle and poorest fifths of the country more than tripled between 1979 and 2007.”

The other, from February, used Internal Revenue Service data to show that the effective federal income tax rate for the 400 taxpayers with the very highest incomes declined by nearly half in just over a decade, even as their pre-tax incomes have grown five times larger.

The study found that the top 400 households “paid 16.6 percent of their income in federal individual income taxes in 2007, down from 30 percent in 1995.” We are talking here about truly rich people. Using 2007 dollars, it took an adjusted gross income of at least $35 million to make the top 400 in 1992, and $139 million in 2007.

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The notion that when we are fighting two wars, we’re not supposed to consider raising taxes on such Americans is one sign of a country that’s no longer serious. Why do so few foreign policy hawks acknowledge that if they lack the gumption to ask taxpayers to finance the projection of American military power, we won’t be able to project it in the long run?

And if we are unwilling to have a full-scale debate over whether nation-building abroad is getting in the way of nation-building at home, we will accomplish neither.

Our discussion of the economic stimulus is another symptom of political irrationality. It’s entirely true that the $787 billion recovery package passed last year was not big enough to keep unemployment from rising above 9 percent.

But this is not actually an argument against the stimulus. On the contrary, studies showing that the stimulus created or saved as many as 3 million jobs are very hard to refute. It’s much easier to pretend that all this money was wasted, although the evidence is overwhelming that we should have stimulated more.

Then there’s the structure of our government. Does any other democracy have a powerful legislative branch as undemocratic as the U.S. Senate?

When our republic was created, the population ratio between the largest and smallest state was 13 to 1. Now, it’s 68 to 1. Because of the abuse of the filibuster, 41 senators representing less than 11 percent of the nation’s population can, in principle, block action supported by 59 senators representing more than 89 percent of our population. And you wonder why it’s so hard to get anything done in Washington?

I’m a chronic optimist about America. But we are letting stupid politics, irrational ideas on fiscal policy and an antiquated political structure undermine our power.

We need a new conservatism in our country that is worthy of the name. We need liberals willing to speak out on the threat our daft politics poses to our influence in the world. We need moderates who do more than stick their fingers in the wind to calculate the halfway point between two political poles.

And, yes, we need to reform a Senate that has become an embarrassment to our democratic claims.

ejdionne@washpost.com

What’s in a “C”?

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

We have an incredible team of administrators from the Derry Township School District at an off site at The Country Place. They are all achievers of excellence, so when I suggested that this past year we have been working together was “the year of the C” a look of disappointment went around the room like a cloud hiding the sun.

I explained, it had been a year of the “See” and the “C“.

They have all been willing to look at how a high level administrative team can harness workplace conflict, master workplace relationships, tackle leadership dilemmas, be pioneers and visionaries in the field of education, build trustworthy relationships, and have enjoyable friendships all at the same time.

They all “see with new eyes” and embrace life long learning. The task now is to take the skills they have learned to the faculty, board, parents, and youngsters they are helping prepare for the rest of their lives.

Here is what is in a “C“:

Challenge: response to the call that “there is a better way”

Connect: learning that we are all in it together and no one wins unless we all do

Curiosity: Shaking things up to see what “new” looks like, sounds like, and feels like

Culture: exploring how a culture blossoms when risks are taken

Commit: understanding the power of an entire system willing to forge a new path

Communicate: working with the forces of choosing the right words to tell the truth

Cause: weaving education, including administrators, teachers, parents, children, community, and board into a well constructed tapestry

My barometer of hope is high. This team of pioneers is making a difference. As they explore their own self awareness and the power of pattern transformation they are taking leadership development and workplace relationships to a rarified realm of innovation and creative intent.