I first met Jonathan Livingston Seagull through his namesake, Jonathan Livingston Pigeon, and he lived in the eves above my apartment with his family. He was taught to believe in his beauty, talents and purpose in the world. It was only after leaving the nest, and finding himself exposed to the messages of a confused and judgmental society that he started to believe he was something else. At first he pushed back against the titles of "Garbage Bird" and "Rat with wings" and defended his beauty, until the day came that he succumbed, believed it, and lost his possibility. The tar from the streets attached itself to the iridescent feathers on his body and it became difficult to fly.
That is when Jonathan Livingston Seagull appears to his namesake and reminds him of the heroic pigeons of all time, his navigational excellence and intelligence. He leads him on a journey of reconnection to his "nest", his heart, which is his home. JLP finds his purpose and, like JLS, goes on his journey to re-connect lost "garbage birds" to their beauty and their possibility.