Republished Stephen Duckett, Grattan Institute and Anika Stobart, Grattan Institute The Royal Commission into Aged Care Quality and Safety’s final report into aged care has laid out an extensive plan to overhaul Australia’s aged-care system. Among the 148 recommendations, the report calls for a new system underpinned by a rights-based Act, funding based on need, […]More
A life cherished Mum would sit by the window in the last few months of her life and watch the blossom turn on the tree outside and the birds play. She would be annoyed that she could no longer paint or embroider her teddy bears however she could still read. So she did that. The […]More
By Julian Stodd I have been working on a new research project that explores the role, and evolution of, ‘belief’ in the context of Leadership in the Social Age. The premise is simple: we have parallel modes of engagement, the first being contractual, and the second being social. Our contractual engagement is held within the […]More
Neil Gaiman's Wedding PoemThis is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing This is everything I learned about marriage: nothing Only that the world out there is complicated, and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain, and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes, is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze, and not to be alone. It's not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it's what they mean. Somebody's got your back. Somebody knows your worst self and some how doesn't want to rescue you or send for the army to rescue them. It's not two broken halves becoming one. It's the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home, because home is wherever you are both together.
So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing, like a book without pages or a forest without trees.Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them. Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials. Because nobody else's love, nobody else's marriage, is like yours, and it's a road you can only learn by walking it, a dance you cannot be taught, a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing. And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand, not knowing for certain if someone else is even there. And your hands will meet, and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again. And that's all I know about love.
It has been an unsettled night of sweats, tummy grumbles and fog. On waking, one eye pops open and notices a feint fog in the distance. The mind seems so detatched it hasn’t appreciated the fog is caused of its own doing. Determination and responsibilities see me rise but as the morning kicks in, so […]More