Goose House
Our story told from different eyes (in this version I'm a goose with red glasses)
I have spent much of last year telling the story of our move from Los Angeles to a farmhouse in Deer Isle, Maine.
My most precious holiday gift this year was a booklet created by my daughters ā Hannah, a poet (currently teaching creative writing), and Lily, an artist ā and singer songwriter ā currently a Senior in college, getting her BFA. (Yes, Iām a very proud goose mamma!) My lovely goslings collaborated on this special opus, Goose House, which tells their version of our adventure.
You will recognize one of the geese in the story has round, red glasses (like I do!).
Please forgive the wonky rendering of these pages. Hopefully its charm will shine through!
You donāt believe in a house that has never seen a goose?
A goose will always find its way in, a goose or two.
Two gooses. One house. One house and its barn.
A million napkins, a billion feathers.
Nowhere to put your pots and pans.
A goose hears a flute.
The flute in the woods.
The flute leads the goose to the source of the tune.
There in the woods is a centaur.
He is the source of the magic music.
The flute sends vibrations into the goose house.
The gooses dance to the infinite tune with the centaur.
Happy happy!
Hereās to dancing to the vibrations of the forest creatures, in your cozy goose house, wherever it might be!
Iām hoping there will be more chapters of this story coming our way in future! (hint to Hannah and Lily to develop this series)ā¦