Mary’s Glenn

That is it – my experience in Newcastle was filled with beauty.  Beauty is such a rare thing, and yet it surrounded me… beautiful pain, beautiful relief, beautiful life, beautiful death, beautiful people.  In happiness and sadness, in disharmony and harmony there was beauty.  This all sounds terribly profound – and it was, but there was also much silliness (good old take your head off and jump up and down silliness).  excerpt from a letter home, 1989, after completing a medical elective as a McMaster Clinical Clerk; St. Oswald’s Hospice, Newcastle-on-Tyne, England.
While this is about an early medical experience,
it speaks to Glenn’s experience of life.

“Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth –
whether it existed before or not.” 
John Keats

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