“There’s No Such Place As Far Away”

Richard Bach's bewitching classic: “There’s No Such Place As Far Away”
Can miles truly separate us with our loved ones. If we want to be with someone we love aren’t we already there?

There’s No Such Place As Far Away

Rae!
Thank you for inviting me
to your birthday party!

Your house is a thousand miles
from mine, and I travel only
for the best of reasons.
A party for Rae is the best
and I am eager to be with you.

I began my journey
in the heart of the hummingbird
you and I met long ago.
He was friendly as ever,
yet when I told him that little Rae was growing up
and that I was going to her birthday party
with a present, he was puzzled.

We flew for a long while
in silence and at last she said,
“I understand very little of what you say,
but least of all do I understand
that you are going to the party.”

“Of course I am going to the party,” I said.
“What is so hard to understand about that?”

He was quiet,
and when we arrived at the owl’s home, he said.
“Can miles truly separate us from friends?
If you want to be with Rae,
aren’t you already there?”

“Little Rae is growing up
and I am going to her birthday party
with a present,”
I said to the owl.
It felt strange to say going like that,
after talking to Hummingbird,
but I said it that way so Owl would understand.
He, too, flew in silence for a long time.

It was a friendly silence, but as he delivered me safely to the home of the eagle,
he said, “I understand very little of what you say,
but least of all do I understand that you call your friend little.”

“Of course he is little,” I said,
“because she is not grown up.”
“What is so hard to understand about that?”

Owl looked at me with his deep amber eyes,
smiled and said, “Think about that.”

“Little Rae is growing up and
I am going to her birthday party with a present,”
I said to Eagle. It felt strange now to say going and little,
after talking with Hummingbird and Owl,
but I said it that way so Eagle would understand.

We flew together
out over the mountains,
and soared the mountain winds.

At last she said, “I understand very little
of what you say, but this word birthday.”

“Of course birthday,” I said.
“We are going to Celebrate the hour
that Rae began, and before which she was not.
What is so hard to understand about that?”

Eagle curved her wings into steep dive-flaps
and stepped to a smooth landing on the desert sand.
“A time before Rae’s life began?
Don’t you think rather that
it is Rae’s life that began before time ever was?”

“Little Rae is growing up and
I am going to her birthday party with a present,”
I said to Hawk. It felt strange to say going and little and birthday,
after talking with Hummingbird and Owl and Eagle,
but I said it that way so Hawk would understand.

The desert poured by far below us
and at last she said,
“You know, I understand very little of what you say,
but least of all I understand growing up.”

“Of course growing up,” I said.
Rae is closer to being an adult,
one more year away, from being a child.
“What is so hard to understand about that?”

Hawk landed at last upon a lonely beach.
“One more year from being a child? That does not sound like growing!”
And she lifted into the air and was gone.

Seagull, I knew, was very wise.
As I flew with him
I thought very carefully and chose words so that
when I spoke he would know I had been learning.

“Seagull,” I said at last,
“why do you fly me to see Rae
when I know in truth
I am already with her?”

Seagull turned down over the sea,
over the hills,
over the streets,
and landed gently
upon your rooftop.

“Because the important thing,” he said,
“is for you to know the truth.
Until you know it,
until you truly understand it,
you can show it only in smaller ways,
and with outside help, from machine and people and birds.

“But remember,“ he said,
“that not being known doesn’t stop the truth from being true.”
And he was gone.

Now it’s time to open your present.
Gifts of tin and glass
wear out in a day and gone.

But I have a better gift for you.
It is a ring for you to wear.
It sparkles with a special light and
cannot be taken away by anyone;
it cannot be destroyed.
You are the only one in all the world
who can see the ring that I give you today,
as I was the only one who could see it when it was mine.

Your ring gives you new power.
Wearing it, you can lift yourself
into the wings of all the birds that fly.
You can see through their golden eyes,
You can touch the wind that sweeps
through their velvet feathers,
You can know the joy of going way up
high above the world and all its cares.
You can stay as long as you want
in the sky,
past the night,
through the sunrise,
and when you feel like coming down again,
your questions will have answers and
your worries will have gone.

As anything
that cannot be touched with the hand
or seen with the eye,
your gift grows more powerful as you use it.

At first you might use it only when you are outdoors,
watching the birds with whom you fly.

But later on, if you use it well,
It will work with birds you cannot see,
and last of all you will find
that you’ll need neither ring nor bird to fly alone
above the quiet clouds.

And when the day comes,
you must give your gift to someone you know who will use it well,
who can learn that the only things that matter are those made of truth and joy,
and not of tin and glass.

Rae, this is the last day-a-year,
special-time celebration that I shall be with you,
learning what I have learned
from friends and birds.

I cannot go to be with you
because I am already there.
You are not little because you are already grown,
playing among your lifetimes as do we all, for the fun of living.

You have no birthday because you have always lived;
you were never born, and never will you die.
You are the child of the people you call mother and father,
their fellow-adventurer on a bright journey to understand the things that are.

Every gift from a friend.
is a wish for your happiness,
and so it is with this ring.

Fly free and happy beyond birthday and across forever,
and we’ll meet now and then when we wish,
in the midst of the one celebration that never can end.


A new edition of Richard Bach's bewitching classic with wonderful new illustrations by H Lee Shariro.