Gillian Cornwall, c. July 2015
Breathing, balancing on the edge of a new day, before sleep takes my hand to guide me into the dreamscape. I am the hawk, in perfect repose within the arc of two currents. My wings are spread and I hold my own while the wind blows. With a fractional tilt, I glide into a new air stream.
Sky Diver, Oak Bay Tea Party
Gillian Cornwall, c, July 2015
From that moment of stillness, before the start of the journey, I see above me, below me, through me and around me. Whether held on the current or gliding through time, I have recognized my freedom to move through my life, just as my pen glides across the page - the motion, the words, as unique and fresh as the molten lava flowing from Hawaii - creating more world, more life, with each exhalation to the whole.
The Big Island of Hawaii
Gillian Cornwall, c November 2006
We are blessed in our lives with the gift of life itself - a promise, a chance to do well, to pay attention, to give and to receive. May the gift of being always be enough. May we be grateful for our lives, in stillness and in motion, through tears and laughter, through joy and pain. May we love freely and without holding.
With gratitude and love to each of you for taking the time to read my words and share your stories.
-Gillian Cornwall, September 18, 2016
c. September 13, 2015
Greenfields, Stow on the Wold, England
Gillian Cornwall, c. September 2015