Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Friday, December 09, 2011
Monday, December 05, 2011
From the Deep Blue Sea

Where from come I?
From a deep, dark place
Where from come I?
From the silt of the deep blue sea
Flowing and forming
and spanked to the shore
to open a mouth
and fill the lungs
with air I feed this life
with feet I fled the sea
with fire I made the food
for the ceaseless belly
Upon the earth I dwell
From mother to mother to mother
all-a-one
-Gillian Cornwall,
copyright August 8, 2010
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Address to my Students - UNI 201 Spoken Word Event
What an incredible journey it has been. We, as a group, have defined education as a holistic process, not merely the relaying of information from one to others.In our Spoken Word class, we combined the use of our minds, bodies and spirits to address the very basis of our ability and right to human interaction.
As a result of our interconnection, our dreams and desires, our trust, and our capacity to examine and share our fears, we created an environment in which we were ultimately able to access our truth and our capacity to learn and teach each other from a place where fear has not held us at bay.
This fluidity is perfection. Learning, like love, is about openness; it is about sharing information and thought. You are gaining a mastery in this and it is a rarity in contemporary education.
Your desire and willingness are a much greater measure of success than a letter or percentage grade.
Knowledge and learning are shared gifts and for this I thank you.
I will take this opportunity to address a question we examined in class: "Why write?"
-if for no other reason than to share the story of your beautiful life, to take the reader or listener by the hand and walk them through the sights, sounds, smells, tastes and touches of your real or imaginary worlds. For through a multiplicity of perspectives, so shall we know ourselves better.
I look forward to the many journeys we will take through your hearts and minds this evening. Love and blessings to all.
-Gillian Cornwall, November 15, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Autumn on the Island
"I let myself go into the passing landscape as the Greyhound races over the Malahat. Raindrops tear across the window pane and the forest blurs a golden green red rust perfection. From this warm, dry seat I traverse this wilderness of fog and mystery in relative coach comfort.I place myself in these woods, down paths over spongy undergrowth and through a thousand stories waiting patiently for my arrival, each one held in the gem drops of moisture on the tips of the fragrant pine needles. I can smell the tales and taste them in this silty, salty, coastal soil. I am here and here again and at once with the past and future colliding in the big bang of the present.
There are fireplaces and books and peaceful moments with your head in my lap as I read you the story you have always wanted to hear, the one you never knew existed but it has always been right here in our shared cellular structure, in this peaceful place of perfection.
It is autumn, my love. You can rest easy here with a lullaby of golden leaves dancing down from these ancient trees."
-Gillian Cornwall, October 22, 2011.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Walking the Path Inside and Out
What transpires in our hearts as we traverse our life paths all intertwined, running parallel and doubling back? Our motions as open thermodynamic units, mirroring the minutia of our own atoms and molecules, we careen through chaotic space and time where everything is happening all at once.Brave and crazy, we remain in motion, all in a million directions, each with a different map, yet, all with the same destination. Through the traps and blockades of fear we march on, heading towards pure love.
- Gillian Cornwall, 21May 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
My Radio Interview with CFUV in Victoria, BC

Have a listen while I tell you my story, "The Kid", read a piece on writing and have a chat with Lynne Super of CFUV.
Let me know what you think.
Thanks,
Gillian
Wendy Welch - Cell Ruminations
Please check out these beautiful new works by: Wendy Welch, Executive Director of The Vancouver Island School of Art.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Fluidity

"The wonder and greatness of all that is, all that can be imagined and beyond flows through me. I find wonder in all things and beauty in the most simple. I am in awe. Life and love abound and in the giving I am made full. Nothing is held within so there is no loss. Life is eternal in the light of freedom. What shall I choose next on my path, each footfall a fresh breath and a re-connection to the changing universe? I am engaged in the chaos, autonomous, yet completely connected. What is external is internal, each cell a microcosm of the greatness of everything. There is peace here amid the knock and grind of the human engine. I purr with life."
- Gillian Cornwall, 31May2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The River Witch
Where do I live
if not in your woods?
I burrow nose deep
in dead leaves and silt soil
by the river's edge
Your crows
march wicked sentinel steps
They blow my cover
pluck my eyes
drag me blind
to your lair
Feral friend
I am the interloper
in your land, in you deep
Your ash tree a marker
for my soiled soul spot
In the forest deep
I sleep
-Gillian Cornwall
Copyright 2009
if not in your woods?
I burrow nose deep
in dead leaves and silt soil
by the river's edge
Your crows
march wicked sentinel steps
They blow my cover
pluck my eyes
drag me blind
to your lair
Feral friend
I am the interloper
in your land, in you deep
Your ash tree a marker
for my soiled soul spot
In the forest deep
I sleep
-Gillian Cornwall
Copyright 2009
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Mike Carroll Gallery - Lanai Hawaii
To view some beautiful oil paintings filled with the Aloha spirit, have a look at the Mike Carroll Gallery on Lanai, Hawaii.
Aloha
Aloha
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A Retrospective - some of my art from the 80s to the present
Monday, December 07, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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