Jonathan Livingston Seagull(s)…Perhaps?

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A comment. Seagulls remind me of my mother. Even though most people see them as the birds who clean up garbage on the beach, my mother saw their beauty. When I was a very young adult, she showed me their beauty in the series of short stories published by Richard Bach about a seagull who seeks life outside the typical and flies off to seek self-actualization.

Our family took a trip shortly after that to Isle Royale National Park in the northern part of Lake Superior in Michigan. A seagull spent the week we were there sitting on the window seal of my mother’s motel room. No one else’s room. Just her’s. It was the time she was heavy into reading the “Jonathan” stories and books. Coincidence? Perhaps. I’ll let you decide.

I read the Jonathan stories even now. They help a non-conformist like me. Try them on for yourself! You can read about them here,

 

Thank you Priceless Joy for the wonderful prompt!

Photo Credit to wildverbs

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11 thoughts on “Jonathan Livingston Seagull(s)…Perhaps?

  1. I almost used the prompt to make fun of Bach’s 1970 novella and the subsequent film with the soundtrack by Neil Diamond, but in the end, went for something much darker.

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  2. My mother was the same way. I grew up admiring the free-wheeling, wind surfing birds. I admired their smirk as they swooped and dropped delicately. I even became jealous of them. I wished I could ride high on breeze over the ocean.

    I never understood people who called them “rats with wings.” How could you look at such a creature and not envy them?

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