by admin | Oct 9, 2026 | Newsletter, Poetry
A heartfelt reflection by Clare on the slow progress of Dementia in her mother, Rita Reid.
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A Slow Unraveling
Clare Reid March 24, 2025
The words come
With such struggle now.
Stuck behind the veil
of this cruel disease
But in her eyes
I still see love
Unwavering
She slips away
Not a sudden loss,
but a slow unraveling
Echoes
of the woman she once was
I am the nurturer now
Protector of the woman
who once held me close
and caught my tears
In a twisted way,
I find fulfilment
I am in charge now
I am the adult
I need to be strong.
Push away my tears –
It is harder for her,
Trapped inside a mind and body
that no longer serve her
It hits me in waves
Not a sudden grief,
but a tide that ebbs and flows
One day I realise:
I’ll never be able
to ask her advice
like I once could
Never hear her voice
unburdened by aphasia
Never have her hold my child like I imagined
And it hits me,
deep in my chest
An ache so raw
The tears spring to my eyes,
Always just below the surface
She is still there,
but so much harder to find
Her art remains
A thread of purpose
She collects eucalyptus leaves,
marvels at their tones and textures
She notices the details
others overlook,
translates this beauty with brushes and paint
Her struggles
make my heart ache
I want to fix it.
I yearn to fix it
To hear her words fall freely
To end the frustration
To take away her confusion
And give her certainty in a world that
Makes no sense
She loved me so deeply
She loves me so deeply
I carry tender memories:
of countless bedtime stories,
a love of books and words
Dolls and dresses,
made from her own hands
Teaching me to sew, to crochet, to create
Feeding my imagination,
nurturing creativity
making magic
out of what we had
Picnics, libraries,
botanic gardens
rivers
bush walks
fairy glens
She gave me
a magical childhood
The one she never had
She endured so much
as a child
That little girl
who only wanted to spin and twirl,
but who was burdened
By the fears and paranoia of a mother broken by the Catholic Church
And yes
I wish she had pushed me more, encouraged me
to push through fear
But she only wanted
the best for me
did what she thought was right.
She spoke of my guardian angel
always looking after me
But she
Was my guardian angel
Fading, slipping away, but still there
She is gentle,
innocent,
finding beauty in the smallest things
And yet, there are shadows
She was there for me,
but she couldn’t be
the parent
my sibling needed.
Regrets,
pain,
what ifs –
the complicated feelings
Her frustration taken out on those who care for her most
But through it all
There is love
I carry the thread
I carry the love and the childhood magic
I weave it into something new


by admin | Oct 9, 2026 | Nature & Spirituality, Newsletter, Poetry
For the past 2 years Krista and my lives have been upended; by the unexpected, naturally! I won’t go into the details … but it probably suffices to say old age ain’t for the faint hearted, even though it can be expected!
And it’s not just Krista and I as others associated with EGST, and the Trust itself, are affected by this phenomenon: the unexpected.
To quote Br. Edwin “Why me?!”
One of my “go-to” mechanisms for coping with stress is to get out into nature –that’s a story for another time, maybe – with or without my camera. Such events have been limited for me recently but midwinter I was down in the gully below our house looking for fungi – to photograph, not eat! While processing these images one stood out, not for its intrinsic quality, but for what was in it that I had not seen (and had never seen, ever): a tardigrade! I’d been so focussed on the fungus, that the little gem was not part of my awareness.
I used the image to make a greeting card, and wrote a poem to go with it:
Life can do that sometimes,
throw up something unexpected!
We never know what’s around the corner:
good or bad, but likely unexpected.
We might not even notice it until …
until we’ve seen it for the first time!
It may be hidden, or out of focus, and then,
suddenly it’s there, a revelation!
Tardigrade are tiny animals (this was less than half a mm!) and are also called moss piglets or water bears. They are well known for their ability to survive severely extreme environments, even outer space!
I use a macro photography technique called “focus bracketing”. I take several images of the subject, focussing on different parts of it, and then process them by “focus stacking”, where software combines the sharpest part of each image into a single image. Here I’d taken 30 images focussing from the front to the back of the fungus, and my little critter had crawled into the frame from behind the fungus just in time to be in focus on the last couple of frames. Wow!
Sometimes the unexpected can be devastating. This was revelatory, and for me the circumstances of its creation makes this image one of my favourites!
The moral of the story: Expect the unexpected, there may be a silver lining!

by admin | Oct 9, 2026 | Newsletter
A year ago my biggest building problem was mounting a monitor arm on a flat pack desk.
What on earth were we taking on?
For those who don’t know the backstory: early in 2024, Sarah wanted to be able to look after her dad, and our dream home in Oura, just outside of Wagga, we never imagined leaving just wasn’t going to cut it as it was 3 meters off the ground. So we started looking. It would have to be a nice place, to leave something we loved so much. I was still very tied to my web design business in Wagga so it couldn’t be too far away to drive in most days to Wagga. Over the last few years Sar and I also had some deep inkling that we would one day love to run music/dance camps along with retreats. Pipe dream. Didn’t think too much of it.
One day a listing came up early in our journey. Elm Grove at Goobarragandra. I remembered coming as a teenager to Camp Hudson for a weekend, and loved it. We had also always liked Tumut and used to come up to the caravan park on weekends. So, we thought we would have a look.
I just loved the Creek. Crystal clear flowing water. The magnificent Elms. The outdoor Chapel. The indoor Chapel. St Francis – also my favourite saint. But it was a long way away from Wagga. It was also so run down, and the owners wanted more than we could ever afford. That’s just impossible, sorry God, no can do. We walked away.
So over the next 9 months we looked. Banks not willing to lend much, us having no idea how much we would get for our house that we over-capitalised on as we were going to be there forever, and it was also in a floodplain.
What unfolded was quite staggering looking back now. God’s hand at play. At the time it was incredibly frustrating. We found a couple of nice places, but something always stopped us. Not enough funds. Something not quite perfect, etc etc.
Then for some reason we both knew it was time to go. We just knew.
We still didn’t have a place to move to, but trusted and put our house on the market. It turned out to be the perfect time to sell and we sold for a record amount in Oura to a buyer at the second open home. Looking back, if we tried to sell the same house today, we would certainly not have had enough to come out here.
Some other things conspired in this time. We met a broker that was able to get us a lot more money for a loan (it makes me laugh still – with the same bank). And one of my employees stepped up at work with an interest to be the manager. This would mean a lot less money for me, but again, that whisper in my ear was telling me it was time for change. We had to move out before Christmas, and one of my good friends offered her mum’s old house for us to stay in while we had nowhere. What a blessing. So we put everything in storage and relocated.
In this time of waiting, it was quite stressful thinking about where we would move to. I did check back in with the Elm Grove owners (this was around August) just asking if they would be willing to take a reasonably lower amount but there was nothing doing. They were quite happy to keep renting it out. I don’t actually know why I even asked, I think something was working away below the surface on me about that place.
But I don’t like to wait. So I made an offer on a place near Tumut with the asking price they wanted for it at auction. God’s turn to step in again and prevent my mistakes. They knocked it back, as they had a hunch they could make a bit more at the Auction.
Disappointed, and frustrated, I sat on our deck. It was close to November. I pulled out my phone.
G’day mate – I know this is way out of the ballpark. But I thought I’d check in. We have sold our house. We can only afford x. (It was significantly lower than what I texted in August). I know it’s nowhere near what you are after. Anyway just thought it was worth asking. Cheers, Pete
The next morning, the owner of Elm Grove called. He accepted the offer.
Oh my Lord. I rang Sar who was on holidays to tell her. I think she went into shock.
The day after, the real estate rang me from the other house near Tumut (the one for auction). It had had its auction and the owners were very happy to accept our offer as they hadn’t made what they wanted at auction. I thanked God for teaching me a lesson in impatience, and kindly declined the offer. I think that house only just sold (12 months later).
On Christmas Eve 2025 the loan settled. Goobarragandra – here we come. Off grid, no reception, and snakes. I hate snakes. And the mowing had been neglected with the grass up to our waists as we arrived.
The first thing I wrote in my journal when we arrived in February 2026 was a prayer: Dear God, please help this be the start of something new, and help us and our family love being here. The kids were super hesitant still. We all were a little. He’s been answering it ever since. Just not always the way I expected…
The learning curve
I have never had to think about a water supply or a power supply. Now I think about it most days. I have YouTubed more things in the last 8 months than I did in a decade of computer programming. Working with tractors, oil filters, solar arrays, electrical, building, plumbing on a daily basis, could make quite the comedy series.
It’s driven me around the bend.
With some hard work by the 20th of February my wife had our house liveable and a school room for the kids ready to go. The oven didn’t work and the solar panels were shaded, but hey. Good enough for the bush.
Over the last 8 months we have done a lot. Driveways sealed, fixing septic tanks, new wood heaters, guttering on buildings, running water pipes across a paddock to save pumping from the river, knocking out a kitchen and bathroom, deck repairs, enclosing an outdoor bathroom, knocking down about 15 old sheds, landscaping for full visibility as much as possible, and dealing with underground spring water affecting buildings, furnishing houses, getting comms set up and improving solar systems. I knew we would have to do some work, but had no concept on what was involved. Probably bitten off way more than we could chew and it has led to some great frustrations. Winter was actually really hard – it rained and rained and rained halting a lot of progress. But through it, I have felt God trying to teach me not to worship progress (which is so in my nature). When we have stopped, we have seen some great moments of peace and togetherness with the family. We have seen our relationship grow through all of this. We have seen our kids laugh and smile in simplicity. And we have grown closer to God every day (even when we fight him).
Some great occasions
We’ve been blessed with some amazing occasions. Sister Laurel, Brother Edwin and Michael’s first visit. What a gift to get to know the people behind the soul of this place! They have been a huge backing for us. A Men Alive working bee with our first mass in the chapel (It was full to the point people had to stand, and I still get teary every time that chapel gets full – it is such an amazing experience). We have had a lot of family come and stay. We had our induction into the Little Followers of St Francis recently with another full chapel service! We have gotten to know some of the wonderful Tumut community. Looking into the future, we have a few events coming up with the Elm Grove Trust AGM soon and a Men Alive full program weekend in November.
What’s next
We would love to finish off the Top House this year, finalise cleaning up and landscaping, and God willing, we will start pursuing programs, retreats, getaways in February 2027. Our dream one day is to build Yindi – a centre that would be incredible out here for programs.
Thank you
To everyone who has mowed, framed, wired, fed, prayed, delivered furniture, dropped off firewood or just sat by the fire with us: thank you. The place is still a boggy mess half the time. But Elm Grove is far more than our projects, you only need to be here to experience that. Most people that have come just can’t quite put a finger on what it is, but know its special. Praise God.
Come visit. Bring boots.
Cheers,
Pete
by admin | Oct 8, 2026 | Articles, Newsletter
I have been thinking seriously for some time about being an Earthling. Laurel and Edwin have encouraged me to write about it. I was also encouraged along the way by none other than Germaine Greer. During her appearance on Julia Zemiro’s Home Delivery, she rejected being labelled with any specific national home, declaring instead, “I am an Earthling.” ‘Yes’, I thought, ‘that’s what I am’. I wonder if my reasons for thinking about myself this way are the same as hers.
It is not that I want to depreciate or deprecate in any way that I live in Australia, that I am an Australian. On the contrary. It is a wonderful country; I am very pleased to live here. That’s it really; I live here. It is not who I am in an ultimately defining sense. My sense of identity is searching for something deeper, bigger. I did play for a while with thinking of myself as an Anglo-Celt, that this was my ‘indigenaity’. My grandfather came out from Scotland in the 1880’s. It is true that I have appreciated getting more in touch with my racial roots in my old age. In 2015 my family attended a Gathering of the Clans in Scotland, followed by a conference of the Oliphant Clan at which I met Oliphant’s from around the world, especially North America. But the deal was clinched when I learnt that two of my daughters have the ‘Celtic curse’, Hemochromatosis. It is primarily caused by a mutation in the HFE gene, which disrupts the body’s ability to regulate iron absorption from food. It is exceptionally common in people of Celtic, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, and Northern European descent.
Strangely enough, emotionally connecting with my Celtic roots opened my heart to how important ‘being aboriginal’ is to First Nation people in Australia. I began to not just acknowledge this with my ‘head’, I felt it. Landscape or Country does identify us somehow. Something moves me in the landscape of northern Scotland, and Britain generally, in a way that is a bit different to the ways the landscape moves me in Australia. Both are fundamentally important, but the first time I drove through the British countryside I ‘teared up’ with the thought I had ‘come home’.
Something runs deep here, but nonetheless my search for a sense of identity was still somehow not yet quite satisfied. ‘The issue’ a friend said to me ‘is what it really means to be a human being’. A human being! Of course, we are all ‘human beings’. This is true, but why doesn’t it help all that much I wondered. I am a human being! It is not so much a sense of personal identity as a description of who I am that separates me from other creatures. Given that there was a time when we were not on this little planet, before homo sapiens had evolved, being a ‘human being’ does differentiate me in terms of ‘time’, while also connecting me with all other creatures who are ‘human beings’; but not strongly perhaps and not for long. We quickly revert to being ‘male’, or ‘female’, or ‘transgender’, to being an American, or Russian or Australian, or a Canberran or a Londoner or a New Yorker, or a Carlton supporter or a South Sydney fan or whatever. The problem with ‘human being’ is it is indeterminate with regard to ‘place’. I think that’s it. I think a sense of place makes all the difference for a sense of personal identity.
I somehow knew this before I knew I knew it. I have told the story before of picking up my youngest daughter, who is now a middle-aged woman, from primary school when she was less than ten. Her class had watched a video of Planet Earth taken from space. As she watched, the thought had come to her that she was down there somewhere, running around. I was amazed. She was standing outside the place that gave her her existence, her being, her ‘home’, and seeing it over and against her in genuine photographic images which no doubt she was also internalising. At the same time she was also imagining herself in her ‘mind’s eye’ as ‘down there’ somewhere. This surely was a very significant shift of consciousness. It was as if her imagination could take the photographs and use them to project herself in her ‘mind’s eye’ into space and there to ‘see’ or ‘look at’ the planet, and herself, from space.
I remembered the time when I first read that the British astronomer Fred Hoyle, as early as 1948, had famously written: “Once a photograph of the Earth, taken from outside, is available… a new idea as powerful as any in history will be let loose”. In his 1950 book The Nature of the Universe, Hoyle argued that seeing our world in its sheer cosmic isolation would fundamentally shift human consciousness. I had been very taken with this. This had happened to my daughter, it would seem, to some degree, spontaneously. Could this happen to me, intentionally?
Such photographs came to pass when the iconic Earthrise image captured by the Apollo 8 astronauts in 1968, followed by the 1972 Apollo 17 Blue Marble photo, were published. Many other photos have followed. However, it was not only the actual photographs that caught my attention; it was also the experiences of the astronauts themselves at the time. One aspect of those experiences has been called the ‘overview effect’.
The overview effect is a cognitive shift reported by some astronauts while viewing the Earth from space. Researchers have characterised the effect as “a state of awe with self-transcendent qualities, precipitated by a particularly striking visual stimulus”. The most prominent common aspects of personally experiencing the Earth from space are appreciation and perception of beauty, unexpected and even overwhelming emotion, and an increased sense of connection to other people and the Earth as a whole. The effect can cause changes in the observer’s self concept and value system, and can be transformative. Immersive virtual reality simulations have been designed to try to induce the overview effect in earthbound participants. (Wikipedia)

Earthrise

The Blue Marble
I could relate to this ‘overview effect’, to some degree, or so I thought, from my own experiences. I wondered if it was like ‘seeing’ something for the first time that had been looked at many times before, but never really seen. In the moment I actually ‘see’ that something it is a particular and not just an example of something general. I don’t dismiss it in its generality as I so often do, I stop and am taken by its particularity. I sense its presence. I enjoy to do that regularly with what I can see from my window or when I am walking in nature. The secret is not to analyse it in any way, or even to name it, but to just take it in and let it ‘speak’, let it reveal itself. This is in fact the basis of the science advocated by the great German thinker and playwright Goethe.
It is a science based on relationship rather than objectivity. When we give anything or anyone its ‘being’, its presence, an idea can be awoken within us that we can ‘feed’ on and respond to in our imagination. It is an affirmation of spirit rather than its negation. It is a sense of participation in the world around us. The breeze in the trees becomes life and spirit within me. Both my thoughts and my feelings are engaged. I experience this directly. Rightly or wrongly I take it that this is an experience similar to the First Nations’ experience of country and dadirri. It is about felt relationship and what converses between us. I am investing something personal and relational in my own planet, much as the ancients invested something personal and relational in the Sun and the stars. It was just such a sense of relationship with the Sun that led Copernicus, and also Kepler, to devoutly think about the Earth and the solar system from the point of view of the Sun, as if they were standing on it; and they went from such personal imagination of wonder to mathematical science from this new perspective. A great shift of consciousness heralded the modern world and changed us all.
But now in our time a further shift has occurred, and we need to catch up with it. Now human beings can not only just imagine being in space as Copernicus and Kepler did, we have actually been in space, and have photos to prove it. This very year we have even seen the far side of the moon, something never seen by a human being before, and we have all been invited to directly share in this experience, if we can let ourselves be so represented. When the crew of Artemis II first spoke to the gathered crowd after their splash-down, having just seen what no human being had ever seen before, the other side of the Moon, the Mission Specialist, Jeremy Hanson, in finishing his words, said: “I would suggest to you that when you look up here, you’re not looking at us. We are a mirror reflecting you. And if you like what you see, then just look a little deeper. This is you”.
‘This is you’. The overview effect was still strongly at work within him, I would suggest, and he was clearly experiencing a sense of representing us in what he had experienced. It was our experience as much as his, if we can believe that? I can. I want to. That planet, ‘down there’ is where I am running around and it is my home. I am an Earthling. I can stand outside myself and the place where I come from, and imagine the whole human story before me on that little planet to which I belong. I can in my own faltering way grasp the ‘Whole’, in both time and space, however the details might be progressively filled in.
Google AI tells me that the word ‘Earthling’ was first recorded in 1593 by the English writer Thomas Nashe in his pamphlet Christ’s Tears Over Jerusalem. In the 1590s, the word was a religious and philosophical term used to describe mortal, physical humans tied to the dirt, contrasting them with God and angels in heaven. An older related Old English word, yrþling or eorþling, meant a “plowman” or farmer, but the modern re-formation meaning an inhabitant of Earth appeared in the late 16th century. The modern planetary meaning, contrasting humans with space aliens, was popularised later in science fiction.
In other words in being an Earthling I can imagine myself to be an alien to myself and think and imagine the whole human Story, from the Big Bang to wherever and whenever we may be heading, a Story that I am both outside and viewing in my imagination, and yet at the same time part of, along with every one else. I am held by the ‘Whole’. We all are, but most of us don’t realise it. Saying I am an Earthling for me is not being ‘cute’. It is asserting a sense of identity that includes both a sense of place and a sense of time, and is entirely inclusive. And it is a Big Story. It is a shift of consciousness. It is a Becoming. It is a commitment. I will be working at it for the rest of my life.
I remember once sometime ago fantasising that it would be a good thing if all our world leaders were bundled into a spacecraft and taken into space to witness Blue Marble and Earthrise for themselves, to really ‘see’ our planet in its ‘cosmic isolation’ and experience the ‘overview effect’ for themselves, to understand the fundamental importance of wanting to be Earthlings for the sake of our planetary Home. The time has surely come that this sense of identity needs to touch us all if we are going to “beat ‘our’ swords into plowshares, and ‘our’ spears into pruning hooks; and nation not lift up sword against nation, and neither learn war anymore” (Isaiah 2:4, Micah 4:3). We are all Earthlings; we just have to know it and live it.
David Oliphant
October 2026
by admin | Oct 8, 2026 | Newsletter, Poetry
Hanging like a dew drop on the bush
Two pearls, iridescent in the morning sun.
Shivering gently with the awakening breeze
That cause goose bumps on the unwary skin.
But what of these two pearls that hang
reflecting in their glory?
God made them.
And for a time, they shine together,
Then disappear in the morning sun.
However – they will be back again tomorrow.
Br Edwin Thomas Lloyd-Jones 1995

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