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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Thursday, August 27, 2020

Beloved Person

 
 ~ A ghrá, my love; my dear. 
~ mo chroí, my heart's beloved, my darling.

You were my beloved.

You seared your soul on my heart.

My beloved,
My darling.

So many names.

Words unsaid... no words left... too many words said.

 In desperation,
In the vain hope that you might listen or respond in some way.

How to respond?

It was complicated...

But,
I loved you,
With all my heart,
With all my soul.

I loved you.

I love you still,
You are with me,
Within me,
Always.

Your soul
Seared on my heart.





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