Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Friday, September 20, 2013

Win Green



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Peace is here,
Where wisdom is.

 Within the wind,

Where love lifts us up,
Above these hills,
We soar,
Amidst the sounds of the skylarks.

 And the love in our smiles,
Is higher than ever,
Than ever before,
When we were simply friends.

 Hold me,
Rest your head on my shoulder,
And listen to the bliss,
Of the wind rustling the bushes.

Written during Easter 1988 following a visit with my girlfriend to Win Green near Shaftesbury in Dorset.






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