See us, arms like feathers raised, we want to get it right––the angle, to hold it. For the time. For the wind. When it comes. There is so much we want. So much we want to get right.
At the Cliff
With feathers.
With feathers.
See us, arms like feathers raised, we want to get it right––the angle, to hold it. For the time. For the wind. When it comes. There is so much we want. So much we want to get right.
I want to be a seagull when I grow up.
Me too, friend. Me too. : )
Just making sure, you’ve read Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull, right?
Well, this is embarrassing. I haven’t, but this is the second time you’ve mentioned it in relation to one of my posts, and I meant to do that the first time but it somehow fell off the list. Thanks for the reminder, Jeff!
I’ve mentioned it twice? Now I’m embarrassed. It isn’t THAT good and sort of a young adult book. Buddhism 101.