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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Servant Leaders

To lead.  To serve.  Opposites?  Not at all.

The heart of the servant leader is the love he or she has for the organization.

It is like a mother or father love.  Protector.  Nurturer.  Inspiration.  Guidance.

We know him or her when we feel their leadership.

They are not perfect.  In fact, with some, they take a very strong stand.  With others, there is no need to take a stand.

The servant leader takes an ultimate stand for what is the future footprint of the organization...

He or she has everything at stake.  The moment of truth is every moment.

There are few peaceful moments for the mother tiger, or the father lion...

They sleep with one eye open....

They care for their own....

They lead....there is no one else...

They are not alone.  Not ever.

Monday, February 14, 2011

A Valentine....

What is a Valentine?

It is a love.  Each year, we say that we have a sweetheart.  Year to year, it may not change....or it may.

Sweethearts change, we change.  Life changes us.

When things stay the same, year after year, it may be good forces of life....or some may need change...
.....to re-stir the basic cauldron of their life forces...

For me, the Valentine spirit makes me want to give a special gift...like a pendant, like roses....

But, as I wrote a year ago....this day helps us see the beauty in each other....

Romeo and Juliet....we found a poem that they wrote that had never been published before....

Romeo told Juliet that her beauty was what he saw through her eyes...

She told him she saw the same in him...

Both said it was deep as the sea and wider than the skies....

That song plays ever true, over and over, every year....

Hearts so close, there is no fear, and its as close as right here....

This day....roses to you....my arms hold you and protect from any fear...

Valentine, this day is for you and me...

Coffee or tea in the morning, my love is deep as the sea....

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Pass It On...

Check out Michael Oher.  NFL.  Family of love...


Guideposts are older, younger....it is..
...a gift!

Tiger...Again...I See You!

This is a Valentine's Day Wish to all loves....we are all like...
...tigers in the night....we see deep into the hearts of each other....

Tiger....
In the bush, I see you....
...wherever, true...

You see me...
Wherever could we be....

Or, have been, with you and me...

You see my eyes...
...shining in the night....
.....for you...
I see your eyes....shining...
.....ever true....

You dash away, and make me chase...
...with a rush to my heart....
In my mind, I chase you...love you...
....without any chance to ever to part...
....Tiger, you know, through the jungles of the night...
......you chase me...you see my heart...

Tiger, tiger, you are so true....
....without you....without you....

What is my chase?  What is my part?

Tiger....you are....dashing from tree to tree...
...from stone to stone....from ocean to ocean...
.....and in the skies of life....

Forever in my heart


Tiger, where are you.....forever shall be...
....Tiger, wherever you are...out there...
.......come to me....

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Noah's Arc and the Ship of Friends

It's just like the Arc.  Instead of animals to save, its our deepest loved ones and friends.  Instead of rising waters, it is the long darkness of what lies ahead, the vast stretches of the here and now and the hereafter.  It is when we reach out for human touch and can't quite make it.  It is when we miss someone and just want to bring them near.  It is when we have the teddy bear in the back seat....the one we always hug when we are lonely....when we may wish it could be someone, but that someone is just not anymore in the back seat with us....

Living in this 21st Century, we must deal with the constant factor of what is politically correct.  Instead of hugging, we must shake hands.  Instead of hugging deeply and kissing, we peck each other's cheek, or maybe we bow.

Electronic love takes its place.  We spend one to three hours each day touching each other's heart and soul by sharing ourselves by email or visually by email and video.  It can be real.  So real.  Almost like actual, but still just electronic.  We virtually open our hearts to someone who knows us...virtual sharing....it is as real as life....we see the heart and even the face electronically...and our own heart may skip a beat....is it all electronic?  Is it all just temporary?  What is the chance we may accidentally stumble upon true love?  Electronically.  It is real.

So it is quite simple.  We need to share our love and it is always there...a constant.  Our fast and tech- enabled life makes for new channels, and maybe multiplies our media for stating our love.  But we can and always need to reach out and touch.  We bring many into our heart...we bring a few into our soul, and some just come roaring into our lives and are front and center without any invitation...it blows us away...it stays.  We try to forget.  We try to view it as dispensable, part of doing business.  But it is not.  It is bigger than life.

Each of us has this all happen.  We live, we love, then we die.
But our loving spirit wants to sail on...and on....

And each of us has the choice.  I believe we can create in our mind and heart and soul a circle in which we put the deepest ones we love, maybe many.  These may be actual loves we share and experience, and they may be loves we lost or never can find again.  Yet, we can bring them home within our circle of love by our choice.  It has always felt like we are assembling these dearly beloved  for a cruise on a ship to a beautiful place.  Heaven on earth.  In our arms, in our hearts, in our minds.  We take these loves on into the distant future.  When we feel most alone...when the walls cannot talk back...when we reach for human touch....our fingers reach, but cannot find.....we must not give up.  We cannot give up.  We allow our heart to join the Ship of Friends.  Then, we are welcomed....the weight is lifted, and we are at home.....

For many it may be a lost parent.  A father or a mother, not here anymore.  Yet, we can bring them to our senses, we can hear their voice.  If it is our mother, we can almost hear her very first words to us when she held us the first time...in the first minute of our life.  If our father, we can see his face right there, and hear his gentle voice.  We reach out with our hands...we try to hug them, we can almost bring them to our touch....we reach so very hard....so hard....and we seek their soul.  Then, we find it....it hears us and our cry.  Our souls do touch.  We bring them with us every moment we reach for them.

It is intimacy we reach for.  This reach for human touch in the 21st Century is so hard.  Our hearts and souls scream out for this human contact we call love.  And, there is something which is true love.  It may not be by choice....but its force we feel all through our life.  When we have it in our arms, we are at one with another and ourself....when we do not, we feel alone and empty.  We are not meant to be alone in life, either young or old.  We know this...

That is our Ship of Friends.  And each of has one, and each of us has the choice to declare this.  I believe it helps us to love more and deeper.  And, in the end, what is there more important than our love.  It is the ultimate gift to us, when it comes, and it is the ultimate gift we give.

Noah gathered the animals to save them for all time from the rising waters.  We live our lives in love, gathering those others for our own longer voyage into the future.  We are not alone...

We declare ourselves with the ones we love....we will not be alone....

The declaration of dependence frees our soul to love and to give life to others.  Declare at least, if only to yourself....there is such a thing as true love....it is worth everything to find....and to give.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

We Are A Global Gateway.....

One answer is that a business school and ours most certainly is a global gateway.....

It is a place and time where things are created....
....like friendships...
....like companies....
....like dreams...
....like children!

A few have met here and they produced children in the world!
A few have come thru here and left a mark of influence....

We seek our highest form....maybe to become the most creative of our kind...
....but with actual results, products, manifestations of dreams....award winners....

Companies employ people....and keep us all going and dreaming....and creating...
Children are born....
Dreams are given form...
These are creations....they are physical products, art from business, assets, buildings, companies....
.....jobs....careers....more dreams....a big dream.....a big, huge successful thing....

We take what we have been given and we make it better...
....with the ones we have found and who have found us....
....with the ones we have found in a storm....or in a peaceful night....
....we seek what we can do and make for the ones to follow...
....and how to light up the night....

We do our best with what we can...
....and we are together....

We sail on the Ship of Friends....with those who love brings on board....
....for now on into forever....

We met here. 
Passion is the yeast.  The scope of creation is wide. 

The ingredient is now you, your decision, your action...it is your work of art....
It was born here in this Global Gateway City at this Global Gateway Place....
This Campus of Dreams....Campus of Destiny....
There is no other place.....

What Is the Lasting Heritage of a Business School?

This is a question I have been dealing with deeply in recent years.  Here is how I came to it...

I was accidentally exposed to the world of art all over again.  I had painted in my early years...as artistic expression and as a way to bond with family.  I am amazed now at what I actually did of artwork over the years.  I did not forget it ever, but the career got very busy with the world of building the university, its development, quality, recognition....the normal things in the life cycle of a young university.  But with all the training as a social scientist, research, and publishing, I never lost the passion....

McLuhan said "the medium is the message".  Sometimes the message is the messenger.  The two get so involved, and we get so involved, that it may not ever matter, or it may be revealed later, but we are delivered to certain understandings.  In my case, this happened.

Art spoke out.  It lit my fires for creativity like something of a combination of a bonfire and an eternal flame.  Then I looked at the arts profession, and the field, and schools which specialise in fine arts, music, and media.  I started to see it, and the picture was not that pretty.  I mean for us business schools, not that pretty.

Artists and art school communities live for one thing....exhibitions.  Music scholars and schools live for performances.  Media folks live for productions.  Just check out the websites.  These drive the professions and they all have one thing in common, which business schools do not have at all.

It is a physical, permanent contribution to this world, and civilization.  Visual in nature, maybe digital, but stuff that hangs on walls forever, fills stages ongoing with the sounds of music, and media which entertains as far as and as long as people want to be entertained.

Business schools teach people and leaders to be better at business which fuels the human workforce for our economies, but what do we have in the end to hang on the wall?  To put on a stage, to fill the screen?
PowerPoint presentations and business plans that are not at all like paintings, or songs or movies.  Most of our business products have a half-life....the shelf-life is as long as the business deal or as much as anyone is willing to pay.  Over the past two decades, business schools have been as much the place of self-centered deal creation and egotistical eliteness as they have been of service to the global village or the societies of our time.  Wall Street nearly imploded and nearly brought down the global economy because of exquisite creativity of the wrong kind.  Bernie Madoff is the king of this side of the empire.  Hundreds have faced federal indictments for insider trading this year alone and many have business degrees from top business schools.

Thus, what is to be the lasting heritage of a business school?  What is our equivalent of a painting, an exhibition, a symphony, a Broadway play, a major film? 

That's the challenge, plain and simple.  Not to diminish all of our collective efforts or even our own.  The purpose of my challenge is to stimulate us in possibly a direction which could claim someday to be so proud to be able to show itself under the lights.  Not the beams of law enforcement, but the lights in the eyes of children and mothers and fathers who embrace their daughter or son having just graduated with a business degree.  The light of anticipation of something great that we all can actually see....

Like maybe the creation of a company!
A school? A cause? A global project, A global........
What will be our heritage?