The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

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The Secret Nook – Chapter 11 (Under the Sun)

Posted on October 10, 2018

Perhaps “lost” wasn’t the right word.  More than anything, she felt hopeless.  On a whim based on a recurring dream, Meadow had taken time off from work, borrowed her boss’s truck, driven back into her childhood, and ended up in a place that seemed to have no open doors. Lying in her bed and waiting for the sun’s morning rays to warm her, she thought of just how much her life had followed this pattern.  She had wanted to go back to college and take business courses, but didn’t have the money. Two failed romantic relationships had done little to build her confidence.  She had buried her talent.  And now she had returned back home in an effort to uncover some secret from her past…

The Secret Nook – Chapter 9 (Teacher and Student)

Posted on October 7, 2018

She heard the shuffling of his feet a split second before the door opened.  For the first time in years, the two looked at one another and both felt the tension.  Duyi Koay appraised the woman in front of him and immediately detected sadness.  Gone was the brightness of those eyes that once shone, not with innocent youth, but curiosity and the desire for insight. Meadow appeared to him as her old teacher thought she might.  Still pretty and appearing in good health, he nevertheless detected the faint stooping of the shoulders and the weariness on her countenance. “If you had not left your note, I might very well be in cardiac arrest at this moment,” he said with a smile. Meadow moved to him…

The Secret Nook – Chapter 3 (Looking Back)

Posted on September 26, 2018

Somehow Meadow knew she would wake up at the appropriate time, so when she opened her eyes almost immediately after having that same dream of her father’s hand, there was no sense of panic or dread.  She was perfectly calm and instinctively had that same sense that she was being drawn into something she didn’t understand. She looked over at her nightstand and saw that she still had a couple of hours before heading to work. She rose, pulled on her housecoat, and began the practiced routine of using the washroom, switching on the kettle, and getting the tea ready.  On the table before her was the photo album from last night – closed but strangely welcoming.  Gently blowing away the light steam rising from…

Summer Reflections – Half of Life, Half of Death

Posted on July 17, 2018

Ronald Rotheiser issues a challenge in his Forgotten Among the Lilies, and it’s worth taking up as a summer test.  Prompting us to have a good look in the mirror, he says: “Scrutinize and examine, look for signs of ageing, but spend that time looking into your eyes.  What do they reveal?  Are they tired, unenthusiastic, cynical, lifeless, lacking in sparkle, hardened?  . . . Is there any fire there?  Does passion still burn?  Are they weary of experiencing, incapable of being surprised?  Is there still a young child buried somewhere behind them?” It used to be that such insights were directed to those reaching senior years, but not anymore. There’s been too much research telling us that depression, loneliness, mental illness and a quiet desperation…

Summer’s Hidden Messages

Posted on August 12, 2017

As we move into the dog days of August we are mindful that summer is moving towards the exit and we long for it to tarry just a while longer. It’s like an old acquaintance we haven’t seen for a year but with whom we can pick things up naturally where we left off. It’s a season for the young, with its tans, endless round of activities, the food, drink, and the partying. But it is perhaps the most poignant time of year for those who reflect and “feel” the intimacies of life – like author Tony Morrison when she noted, “I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer.” Something about that kind of intuitiveness is best…

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