What makes a Good Leader?

I love a good daily prompt to get the mind focussed and thinking. So what does make a good leader?

Is it a list? if so, can it be applied generally across the board to all and sundry? let’s see:

Edward de Bono said the Blue hat, from his six thinking hats, is a good leader. The blue hat is, and I quote ” used to manage the thinking process. It’s the control mechanism that ensures the six thinking hat guidelines are observed……

What are the other hats I hear you ask. In summary they are:

White Hat – collects the facts and only the facts.

Yellow Hat – symbolises optimism and brightness, ie. explores the positives and benefits.

Black hat – The risk management hat. Spots the difficulties and risks.

The red hat – Feelings, intuition, hunches, likes and dislikes,

The Green hat – focuses on creativity, possibilities, alternatives. This hat sees opportunities to explore new concepts.

So collectively, in the board room we effectively could do with a person to wear each hat and put their thoughts, feelings and ideas to the blue hat, or the blue hat must ensure that he has covered the thinking processes of the other hats if he is to make a decision all by himself/herself.

Lets test this with Winnie the Pooh. When there is a problem it is usually to him that most of the other creatures go. He usually responds with optimism, consideration and empathy. He is definitely a problem soother but is that enough to lead?

What about Christopher Robin, the only human amongst the creatures. He generally is the one that the animals go to when they have a BIG problem. He is most certainly, more often than not, a problem solver.

What about the ‘what I say goes’ type of leader. The organizer, the planner, the hit the ground running, even if other’s do not necessarily agree…mmmmmm, Rabbit is a bit like that, wouldn’t you say? Me too sometimes! yikes, my bad!!

Do we need a mentor to lead, the knowledgeable one. The one with the facts, like Owl. He reads a lot and knows a lot. Surely he can show them all the way?

and then there is Kanga, the steady, nurturing, caring, understanding creature. Can she lead on that alone or does she need the knowledge, the planning, the organisation, the optimism and consideration of all the facts?

What about courage, tenacity, honesty, ability to listen but also plough on in the face of adversity? Does a good leader need to step back, observe, listen, delegate, give responsibility to, his team, his friends, his family, whatever it is he/she is supposed to be leading?

I think a good leader is all the above, a person who knows that they cannot do it by themselves, for that is just ego. They must trust others, support others, allow others to contribute at the table, and understand that in order to lead you must also stand back.

Now the only other thing to consider is in terms of leadership, is to know that not all leaders are necessarily good, or have good intentions for the greater good of others. Some leaders are driven by greed, power, control and dominance.

Watch any Marvel movie, watch any piece of history, recent, or otherwise, and you will see what consequences have been as a result of poor or insincere leadership.

So, like in the world of the 100 acre wood, lets be a Winnie the Pooh & gang kind of leader.

Painting..

when a writing prompt takes you on a journey

Writing prompt : to use these 5 words….. Antoine, impasse, century, Montparnasse, espresso……

The River

Her beauty was a picture that could not be unseen

Oblivious to his eyes, she painted so carefree

Pont neuf, the oldest bridge in Paris, it stretched from east to west

For her the bright days painting, brought respite until the sun set

Cheerful in her creations the Seine was like a friend

The calming waters ran and flowed and she did not have to pretend

Just a simple girl, happy in her art

But night-time she would transform when dancing in Montmartre

And he a man of finery, a noble man no less

An 18th century revolutionary, a pioneer, a chemist

The discovery of oxygen and the role it played in combustion

Antoine Laurent Lavoisier a scientist, a husband, a humanitarian

While pondering Yvette the river running into the Seine

His goal to make the water pure for the Paris citizens

Is where he stumbled on the bridge, stopped dead there in his tracks

This beauty was a goddess unlike his wife in Montparnasse

He stood and watched her patiently as she packed away her paints

Then slowly he approached her and asked if she could wait

Excuse-moi mademoiselle, bonjour enchanté

May I accompany you across the bridge and join me in the café

I watched you paint the river Seine, a beauty you must show

Let us sit a while, talk, and drink a small espresso

Well taken aback she was for sure by a man of such standing

To want to acquaint with the likes of her was really quite confounding

Yet obliged she did, with a little wry smile, and indulged him in his quest

They sat and talked a little while quite content to be his guest

And soon the days and weeks passed by and here they would rendezvous

There was no denying the chemistry that charged between the two

And so it was inevitable that lovers they would become

And enjoy the flesh of the other despite where she came from

Oh, noble man he was a fool so lost in love and lust

With this courtesan upon his arm as day turned to dusk

And neither one could step across the river of such divide

An impasse, then they must submit, had stalled them in their stride

And so it should be noted that a parting must be done

For she was only decent, when painting in the sun

A Midnight Dreary

When love is blind, it can be hard to see the woods for the trees

Images – authors own.

Once upon a midnight dreary – inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s, The Raven – a prompt for my writing group.

Happy he was the day he wed

The girl of his dreams, ‘I do’ he said

His heart filled with love, just bursting with joy

She so quiet, reserved, coy

A spring in his step, a glint in his eye

So happy and full, it oft made him sigh

The touch of her skin, the smell of her hair

The deep blue of her eyes

He could not help, but stare

She’d walk by the lake, a gentle stride

And carrying her book, she would escape or hide

She’d sit by the tree, the large Sycamore

And sometimes she’d lay right down on the lawn

One day, early evening, as a fog did descend

He saw her talking, he thought, to her friend

On closer inspection, he saw it a man

And wondered whether, she needed some help

He then heard laughter as she threw her head back

And saw him caress her, lay his lips on her neck

A red mist grew inside him and he spotted the gun

One shot, then two and the deed was done

Into the lake, he sailed her away

And night after night, he replayed that day

And once upon a midnight dreary

He swore he heard her sweet voice so clearly

Repeating a word, he could not make out

Until closer it got, until it was loud

‘Murderer, murderer, I’ll curse you for life

For my life had ended when you made me your wife!