Remember Jonathon Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach? If you haven’t, you should. I do, just out of high school & in full idealistic splendor. Then along came reality and that splendor subsided.
I remember reading the book sometime way back in the 70s. Now, 40 something years later, the essence remains. There are a few selected books on the shelf from back in that era, but neither of the remembered Bach books. One being JLS, the other being a collection of essays.
The best memory from the essays is the one themed/titled, The Sky is Always There. The premise being that no matter how the day is or becomes, looking down is a gesture of surrender. To lift ourselves up, we must look up & remember that the sky is always there.
“Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip,” Jonathan would say, other times, “is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too.”
Here in Maine, from back in the day, sea gulls have earned a bum rap, colloquial called ‘dump chickens’. Yes, they are scavengers, many birds are. But they get to fly, soar & witness this world from above. All the hole, we humans remain planted firmly to the earth. Who is more free from gravity?
“Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.”
Here & Now is the time to read Jonathon Livingston Seagull and find the timelessness between Here & Now.