Chapter 9: Seven Gosling Eggs at Rest in Their Nest Tune: Jesus Loves Me

Heidi Hardin, Chapter 9: Seven Gosling Eggs at Rest in Their Nest Tune: Jesus Loves Me. Tempera on Paper with Mixed Media Collage, 24” x 18” I write about my childhood memories like this: I am looking for hidden objects in my world all the time, and: There She J.s, hiding behind several rows of cattails and tall grasses. I see her swallow as we make eye con­tact. She projects to me, "Hello Heidi." "Hello," I say. "How are you today?" She asks me. "Well, I am better now than I ever realized I could ever be," I say, thinking of the wonder of Mother Goose ap­pearing right before my very eyes. She says, "I am not," meaning "I am not fine," "Why is that that you are not fine?" I ask with sweet and true concern. Because she says, "You are he e to take my eggs." "I am?" "Yes." "I didn't know that you have eggs." "I do. That's what I'm doing here, hiding in the reeds. I am covering my eggs. "Oh really?" I say. "How wonderful! And you are afraid, fearful-because I am going to steal your eggs?"