Our dear friend Roger moved on to his next phase early in May, after several months of cancer, during which, according to his wife Glenda, he retained his sense of humour, even though almost totally paralysed at times by the disease.

As many will know, over a period of 15 years Roger co-ordinated Adelaide Fountain, with one short break; and effectively provided the focus for Fountain in Australia. His newsletters were an inspiration to me in my efforts co-ordinating the Bury St. Edmunds F.G., and my later work in Fountain and beyond. He maintained strong links with several UK Fountain folk including ourselves, visiting us on several occasions, which were times of happiness, love and laughter.

Last year, in Spring, a space arose for us, and when I asked inwardly what it was for, I heard the one word "Adelaide". My first reaction was "don't be daft, we can't afford that", but we went, and Roger and Glenda gave us a wonderful time, showing us places which had just been names in his newsletters; non-tourist (as we asked) Aboriginal sites etc.. We will be eternally grateful that we went, wondering what it was for - now perhaps we know.

The morning after he died, I was sitting reading the Greenspirit booklist, when my attention was drawn to "Anam Cara" by John O'Donohue. It translates as "True Soul Friend"... the only way I can describe the man. When I received the "order of service" from Glenda, I found that she had used it as well. As yet I don't know if there was a direct connection,... or if Roger had already started co-ordinating at a higher level!

I feel he is having quite an effect in my life, with the first Gatekeeper butterfly in 7 years in our garden as I thought of him; the first Magpies ditto (anyone who has heard the Australian "Maggies" would know why they are special to us), and a sudden upturn in requests for my dowsing work, both talks and practical. I am almost embarrassed when I think of the prowess of this former President of the S. Australian Dowsers, but feel I am getting some tuition!

Two days before his passing, I received our copy of "New Vision", whose editor Stephanie Sorrell was leaving for an unknown future. On her last page, she had put her poem given below (with permission). It encapsulates Roger for me and he certainly left his mark.

Don't Let Me Go From Here

Don't let me go from here
without leaving some beauty behind me.
Something vital and exquisite like sun on icicles,
or pearly mist on mountains.
Something that can be poured into the dawn,
or breathe its scent into the night's womb.


Let me leave a piece of myself behind.
Now.... lest the moment passes
and it is too late.
I will place it in a dewdrop
that sparkles the morning.
A dewdrop all prismatic and shining
before it runs back into the sun.


No please don't let me go
without leaving some beauty behind;
some strand of this planet's dream
that can be woven into the wild grasses...

Thanks Roger.

Continuing his journey.....

Rob Wright.