Mindful, authentic leadership: Joining head, heart and hands

Here we are at the beginning of fall.  The leaves are turning as we reach for wool sweaters and warm boots.  Memories of summer float by as we bring our attention back to work. I remember when I was 10 I went away to a camp in Southern California at a place called Canyon Oaks. At home I was the middle child, peacemaker, book reader, sandwich maker. At camp I got to hike and swim and sing songs with other campers around the fire. I discovered that I had a body, that I was passionate…