The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

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For All of It

Posted on July 18, 2014

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars…

Moving Beauty

Posted on September 23, 2013

I already have Jane’s tea made, waiting for her to wake up on her birthday.  We’ll go for lunch at our favourite restaurant and then likely catch a movie tonight.  But in sitting here waiting for her to get up, I realize my heart is filled with the kind of anticipation I have felt with her for years.  We’ll have tea on the porch swing shortly and that anticipation will only deepen. There’s a beauty about Jane that is purely multi-dimensional.  She possesses it in the physical sense, naturally, but it quickly leaps from there to other realities. Khalil Gibran, one of her favourite authors, notes that, “Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.”  Well, that’s a beginning,…

Confessions of a Hockey Widower

Posted on May 8, 2013

According to the Urban Dictionary, a “hockey widow” is “a woman who is married to a man who is so obsessively involved with hockey that it keeps him away from home.”  That’s me, except technically I’m defined as a “hockey widower.”  And I’ve got issues.  This time of year, I feel I’m in a state of permanent grief. It started years ago, not too long after we were married, when Jane said, “Glen, you okay if I join a pick-up league and play hockey on Friday afternoons?”  Seemed okay to me.  When she was in school she played hockey instead of figure skating.  By the time we were married she could skate rings around me, so it kind of made sense.  And I wanted…

A Dance For the Generations

Posted on September 14, 2012

Today’s the big day, as I head in shortly for the six-hour operation to have half of my stomach removed. It could have happened a couple of weeks ago except that an issue of vital concern preempted it – the wedding of my daughter Kimberly. I’d asked the surgeons if we could postpone the procedure so that I could be there for the big day. They graciously relented and it became one of the great events of my life. In so many ways it’s doubtful that a father ever stands as tall in accomplishment as the occasion when he walks his daughter down the aisle. There’s simply little else to compare with that moment. She was radiant, excited, and absolutely wanting to get on…

No Mere Dream Date

Posted on July 18, 2012

Thirteen years of marriage is a very brief time to fill with all the adventures we have had over the years. Jane and I are deeply aware that our life has not been an ordinary sojourn – anything but. There’s a reason for that and it has nothing to do with me. Even as I type these words, Jane is packing for her and her mother as they head out tomorrow to Churchill, Manitoba on the train. Her mom is 89 years old and I haven’t seen her this excited in a long time. She knows that with Jane there everything will be taken care of. This is just what my wife does – inspires people to press the envelope, regardless of age or…


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