The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

Posts tagged “maturity

The Secret Nook – Epilogue

Posted on November 4, 2018

The final step was a big one and he slipped as he descended to the pavement.  Luckily, the bus driver, with a practiced preparedness, caught him on the way down, avoiding the inevitable crunch that would likely have occurred.  The older man bowed in appreciation, then went to the side of the bus to claim his rolling bag. For Duyi Koay, it had been some 15 years since he had been to Williamsburg.  His partial paralysis had made travel complicated and frequently painful, causing him to build his world around his studio outside of Clifton Forge.  A series of taxis waiting in a lengthy line provided a sense of relief as he ventured over to the leading vehicle. “Need a ride, sir?” the driver…

The Secret Nook – Chapter 13 (The Older Self)

Posted on October 13, 2018

She didn’t know how long she wept, only that she had been inconsolable.  Meadow had taken what she regarded as a sacred writing to her bed, holding it close as a mother would her needy child.  Her eyes were dry and sore, her pillow wet from regret. It was clear now that Koay had understood far more than she had intuited, perhaps to a degree greater than what she knew of herself.  The painting had fascinated her – so young, so old.  Somehow, he had drawn a perfect composite of two Meadows.  The youthfulness of it held out hope and imagination.  But the sadness in the gaze overpowered everything else, and she couldn’t escape it. It held her fixed and, again, hopeless. It was only…

Scrawling in the Snow

Posted on February 11, 2016

A NUMBER OF PEOPLE HAVE ASKED if these blog posts are available in book form and the answer is “yes”. The Parallel Parliament posts for 2015 can be acquired here in hard cover and in paperback, and here as a free download from the iBooks store. You’ll also find other recent books there that I’ve written on Don Quixote, and a couple of novels on Paris and Africa. My very first book was a novel about a Spitfire pilot in the Battle of Britain – written when I was 12 on a Brother portable typewriter my parents gave me for Christmas. Why did I write it? I had no idea back then, but I’ve come to realize that each of these books or blog posts…

A Noble Share

Posted on December 26, 2015

“DO YOU FEEL OLD, POP POP?” my granddaughter asked, knowing that my 65th birthday was coming today, December 26th. Well, Annie, here’s my answer. I sure look older. I can still run, jump, and play, but not like I used to. Every time I put on my glasses to read I’m reminded of how many years have passed. And yet I now have more friends in my library than back then, and I have relationships with each of them. Yes, I require glasses to read them, but with the wisdom that comes with years I now understand them better than I did when clear-eyed. They are my books, and should I go blind tomorrow I will be no poorer, for I can recite some…

What the Morning Never Suspected

Posted on September 23, 2014

WE ALL REGARD BEAUTY DIFFERENTLY, EACH OF US with our own interpretation of it. My own definition of it hasn’t altered much over the years, but it has definitely deepened. Much of my early life was spent in the Rocky Mountains – a vista spectacular enough to remain embedded in the mind and memory for a lifetime. It was likely there that I came to understand beauty as symmetry – a balancing of numerous factors that ultimately inspires the soul, transcends the mind, and creates its own desire for pursuit. All this is just a prologue to my wife Jane’s 50th birthday today. She is beautiful in her own right, but it’s the way that her life and actions are so poignantly balanced that…

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