Good Morning, God!
I first saw this goose a week or so ago and was delighted. I suppose because it reminded me of a song my Welsh grandma sang — “Go tell Aunt Rhody her old grey goose is dead.” I guess that the news of the goose’s death was good news as the song continues with “the one that she was saving to make a feather bed.”
Today we sleep on Memory Foam, God. I don’t know if I have ever even seen a feather bed. And can one get enough feathers from one goose for a whole feather bed — even a twin bed?
Such former practicalities elude me, God. And since only about 3% of our US population lives on farms, I dare say I am not alone in my ignorance. There are a lot of things our culture has forgotten. Historical figures go appallingly quickly. Hitler? College students ask with a puzzled look.
But then I know just how puzzled I would look if they quizzed me on current singers — or who is on American Idol. And I dare say I am even more indifferent to my lack of such knowledge! Ah, yes, God. Generation gaps. Giant gulfs that divide us — as in computer literacy. And, even then, God, there are degrees. Degrees which expand and extend themselves relentlessly — leaving everyone further behind than they were the day before.
So, God, having moved from a grey goose to my iPhone — I sit pondering the accelerating pace of change. Technological changes, and Cultural Changes. But, inside us? I think very little has changed in how our Hearts work. Love, kindness, respect, attention and purpose are still basic needs. Please help us, God, to learn more about how to care for our Hearts — ours and Others.
A. Rhody is a song we teach the children in Book One in Suzuki music. I changed the words because I didn’t like singing about a dead goose. I did not know words about the feather bed. That would have helped!
PS Back now reading after a summer hiatus!