Aloha - Maui 2014

I acknowledge, with respect, the land and ways of the Hawaiian people. I am grateful for the time, the sharing, and the welcoming aloha spirit I receive when I visit. I am grateful to the 'aina and the kai for nurturing and teaching me.

'Aina

Respect the land that sustains us

 Kai

Respect the mother ocean

This month I was blessed to have the resources and opportunity to travel back to Maui, Hawaii to allow my spirit time to heal and grow in the ways of aloha; to allow myself the time and space to feel well and to regain a unification with the land and the sea. It is in this place that I feel most whole and most at peace. I do not have to work or spend time in the usual day to day chores - I know it is not a reflection of how life would be if I were lucky enough to be allowed to stay there permanently but it gives me the chance to practice a different way of being.

In being there, I struggle with my colonialist history as a Brit and a Canadian. It is not my land. It is not my right to be there. I am a visitor - malihini on Maui. The land (aina) and sea (kai) are the home and the life force of the Hawaiian people and, although I am an uninvited malihini, I am greeted everywhere with the spirit of aloha. I listen when someone chooses to talk story with me about their life and their history and I watch traditional hula, not as a show, but as a part of the the way of life of a people. I am grateful to all who share their stories with me and to the mau kumu and kupuna who have taught me over the years on Lana'i, Maui, Oahu and Hawai'i.

If you visit Hawaii, please give yourself time to learn about the ways of the land and her first people. Carry the aloha spirit with you and pay attention to the land and the sea. They are our teachers, our caregivers and our life source. Malama Pono.

Here are some pictures from my visit.

Mahalo.

-Gillian Cornwall, c. December 14, 2014

Click on the images to view them larger as a slide show. 

 Hibiscus - Hawaii State Flower

Photo: G. Cornwall, c December 2014

 Coconut Palm

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014 

 ?

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

 Mauka Side, Ka'anapali Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

 Kai Side, Ka'anapali Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Mauka - Lahaina, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Bird of Paradise

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Stormy Sky - Ka'anapali, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Pink Hibiscus

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Seed Pod from ?

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Beach at Ka'anapali, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Looking towards Molokai at Sunset

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Close Up of Molokai

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Close Up of Molokai

Photo: c. December 2014

Beautiful Sunset Time

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Molokai Close Up

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Ka'anapali Sunset

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Me with Black Rock behind - where I swam with 4 honu (sea turtles)

Photo: J. McLean, c. December 2014

Toward Black Rock, Ka'anapali, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Royal Lahaina Resort Tower - where we stayed

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Palms in the Wind

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Mauka - Ka'anapali, Maui

 Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Sunset on Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Maui Sunset

 Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

 Kai

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Variety of Flora

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Lahaina Town, Maui - from the Expeditions Ferry to Lana'i

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Mauka from the ferry, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

USA and Hawaiian Flag on Pioneer Inn - Lahaina, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Lahaina Town and the sugar stack from 1861

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Maui from the Expeditions Ferry to Lana'i

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Expeditions Ferry from the Expeditions Ferry :-)

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

 The flower of my dreams - Plumeria on Lana'i, Hawaii

Photo: G.Cornwall, c. December 2014

My fave spot on the beach on Lana'i

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

On the beach on Lana'i

 Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Hulopo'e - Lana'i

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

View from our room at the Royal Lahaina Resort on Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Sunset through the palms - Royal Lahaina Resort, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Sunset at Royal Lahaina Resort, Maui - from our balcony

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Sunset - Royal Lahaina Resort, Maui

From our Balcony

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

More sunset through the Palms

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014.

Couple of kane body surfing in the shore break at sunset

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Morning View

 Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Catamaran anchored out

Ka'anapali, Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Plumeria in the sand

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

J. McLean on the beach at Ka'anapali, Maui

This trip was her birthday present. :-)

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

 The Beach at Ka'anapali in the morning light

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

The Cookhouse Theatre in Lahaina Town

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Me - on the seawall in Lahaina Town - I sat in this same spot about 15 years ago

Photo: J. McLean, c. December 2014

Carving at Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Gecko Outside Trying to get a spider that was inside.

He was very confused.

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Sunset from the restaurant at the Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

View from inside our beautiful room at the Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

View to Molokai from our hotel room at Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

A beautiful day from our room at Royal Lahaina Resort

What a great view when one awakens

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Paddle Carved with the Honu - Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Stylized photo of wahine dancing hula

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

A perfect day in Hawaii

 Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Beautiful local foliage surrounds the Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Beautiful local plants

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

The Spectacular Banyan Tree in Lahaina Town

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Beautiful Pink Hibiscus

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Palms at Hulopo'e - Lana'i - My spiritual home

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

 Hulopo'e - Lana'i

Grateful to have a couple of hours in the waters and on the beach

that is my spirit place - Aloha.

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

On Expeditions Ferry on the way back from Lana'i.

Restored by the spirits that feed and protect me there.

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Sunset over Lana'i as we head back to Maui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Looking to Black Rock and Lana'i from the beach at our hotel

 Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

The ocean reaches across the sands and beckons me

into the land of magical fish and honu

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

The Salty Brine left from the mother on the sands of Ka'anapali

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

The colours of the water from our room were ever changing

with the glory of each new day.

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

A long view of the Kai Side - Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

The Panorama from our beautiful hotel room at the Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, C. December 2014

My Friend, Jodi McLean

From this picture, I would say she enjoyed her trip very much.

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

View from the lawns of the beautiful and peaceful, Royal Lahaina Resort

Mahalo for all you did to make our visit fun, beautiful and fulfilling.

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

The Foliage outside the Royal Lahaina Resort

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Looking Up Country from Kahalui

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

Yes, a chicken walking around freely by the agricultural inspection station at Kahalui Airport.

I suspect she is hired to inspect any eggs that come through. :-)

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

At Kahalui

Time to go back to Victoria...

Photo: G. Cornwall, c. December 2014

 Mahalo for reading and looking at my pictures.

Gillian

Health, Time and Loved Ones

The Golden Hearts

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2012

I have learned so much about myself in the last few weeks - how fear can still overcome me, hindering reason, health, love and truth and how I can get in my own way when it comes to showing people how much I love them and that there is NOTHING more valuable in this world than our health, time to live and the opportunity to be with the people we love. 

When I say I get in my own way, I mean that I can let petty trivialities of day to day living and fear of failure block me from exactly that in which I wish to succeed. As I move forward, I will look at ways of doing a better job of letting go, being in the moment, being of service to those in my life and thinking before speaking. 

I'm not saying I'm awful and I'm not writing this as an act of contrition. This is what I have seen of myself. This is what I wish to change. This is what I choose to share with you in the hope it may be meaningful and useful to you as you walk your own way. 

Over the next month I will be away from my regular job and engaging in the work I recently mentioned: regaining the rudder and resetting my course. I will take time to stop, to be and to help others and, I will help myself. I will restore and open that which is blocked within. I will release the holding which is keeping me from functioning in an open and fluid way. Also, I will write!

The holiday season approaches. This is an ideal time to reflect on how we are living and giving, how we spend our time and our other resources and where we are placing our value of life. Consider taking a thing out of your life and trading it for a block of time, even if the act is a symbolic one. Give away something you no longer need, be it an object or a thought that is negative (or no longer serves your well-being) and release it to the universe with love. In return, give yourself the gift of time to fill that space with love - for yourself, for others and for the blessing of good health, the blessing of life. Reset your inner clock with time for you, for your well-being and for those you love. This is your life and the most precious gift you have with which to give and receive. Use it well and with great appreciation - for nothing else matters before this. 

With love to each of you.

-Gillian Cornwall, c. November 30, 2014.

The Light, The Magic

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2012

Celebrate With Those You Love

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2011

Solomon's Kitten - Book Review

Cover of Solomon's Kitten by Sheila Jeffries

Available through Amazon

Published by

Simon and Schuster Ltd - November 6, 2014

Author Sheila Jeffries has made us believe that she is, in fact, a cat, for no human could have written such a story without being embodied in this dear, sweet animal to express her story so well! So, Sheila Jeffries, how do you type with your wee paws?

Seriously, this is an incredible tale of life, love and compassion - a story of how a small fur person with a giant spirit can teach us more about compassion and love than many of our human kind. It is also a page turner - I couldn't put it down! I ploughed through it in 3 nights and went right back to the first page to enjoy it more slowly for a second time.

As a parent, I would read this book with younger family members to help them understand some of the difficult issues outlined in the story - those issues we hear about, perhaps in the news or within our own lives, but rarely have opportunity to discuss or talk through as a family. This story presents opportunities to stop, to think about how we love and how we listen to one another and to all of the living creatures with whom we share our world.

A perfect book for the holidays. Don't miss this one and, while you are at it, make sure you pick up Sheila Jeffries previous book, Solomon's Tale, for Solomon is the father of Tallulah, the kitten in this story. These will become classics. They are well-written and beautiful - hmm, do I see a movie in the future of these lovely beings?

I hope you will give yourself the opportunity to read Sheila's books. It is wonderful to be a part of a world where such great gifts are created to be shared. Wishing each of you a week filled with the magic of a book, a story to take you away and put you in the shoes (or paws) of another for awhile, for this is one way we can learn and share our stories of life, loss and love.

For those of you out there working away on your own stories in order to finish and hopefully publish - I wish you love and learning on the journey and the special pride that comes with completing and knowing it is your best.

To all of you who buy, read and share the stories those of us write, thank you. Without you, the circle is not complete.

With wishes for a beautiful week ahead - peace and love and light to each of you.

-Gillian Cornwall, c. November 23, 2014

 Princess

The fur person in my life

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2014

Breathe. See. Do. Rest.

 Breathe.

Sunset View of a Mango Tree on Lana'i

-in tune with the soul of my kahuna-

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2012

I get caught up in my assumptions of the expectations of others and it throws me off course. I am off course. I take myself back to the big four:

Be impeccable with your word.

Don't make assumptions.

Don't take anything personally.

Do your best.

Or, in my words for today:

Breathe.

See.

Do.

Rest.

I try to regain the rudder and reset my course. I am not here to perform and receive applause. I am not here to meet the expectations of another. I am here to live my life. I am here to be present in each moment of it. I am here to choose my own way but I get lost sometimes. I get lost and I need to stop and get back to basics because it is when we are lost that we slip through time. It is like an obscure game of Snakes and Ladders. Every once in a while we land somewhere and it sets us off down a chute where we eventually shake off the bumpy ride and wonder how the blazes we arrived at this place! 

See.

Cusheon Lake in March, Salt Spring Island

There is beauty all around us, always.

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2013

I suppose I am talking about intention (yes, again). When we are in the moment, we are exactly where we are when we are there. We are not looking toward the future nor back into the past. This slows that peculiar time concept under which many of us function. Presence creates space and breathing room. Presence expands us and allows us room to see, to act and to rest. Part of this expansion comes from breathing deeply, with intent and appreciation. Why do you think so many of us sigh so much? We are so tense that we disconnect from our bodies and our capacity to breathe. We hold and when we hold, we lose capacity. See where you are. Be there. Breathe into your belly and take action from a place of presence.

Do.

Boat excursion from Bamfield Marine Science Centre

Bamfield, Vancouver Island, BC

Allow yourself the opportunities life brings. Embrace opportunities.

Photo of me by H. Gottfried, c. September 2014

There are so many chances in life, so many opportunities to embrace experience. I try not to to let fear stop me from taking opportunities when they arise and I try to create some opportunities as well. People say to me, "You are so lucky to take that trip!" or "Wow. I wish I could do that." The thing is, most of us can do at least some of what we want - particularly, those of us in first world nations who have homes and jobs (though sometimes we allow our jobs to get more in the way of our potential than to support or expand it). We must choose. We must be present and actively walking toward that which we desire. If I want to travel, I must forfeit other things - by choice. I set a goal and work toward it. It helps to have people in our lives who support us in our dreams and desires. Those who seem not to care or disengaged may be lost themselves and unable to help you find your way. Look to share your "way" when you can. Actively seek out supportive, like-minded people for your journey. Take the risk that some may say they are not interested and that this is not a judgement of you but a choice they are making. Try not to take it personally. Get on with your journey in the present. Where are you and what will you do with these moments? This is your life. It is the most precious gift.

 Rest.

Hulopoe Beach, Lana'i, Hawaii

Stop and reflect. Stop to enjoy the moments and to revel in 

this precious gift of life.

Gillian Cornwall, c. December 2012

I need to not rush. This is not usually an issue for me and when I allow others to make it one, I inevitably fail. I must live my life in my own time. How else would it be possible for me to live my life? I am a fool every time I tumble down this rabbit hole. If others feel I am holding them back because of my pace, then I must let them go without me. I need to stop and I need to do so more frequently than my younger days. Time appears to have gone into hyper-speed and I find more need for that "down-time" I have discussed previously. Rest. Restoration - a chance for my body to recover and space to discover what I need to remain well and positive. Not doing is integral to healthy living and it is a disappearing art. When I was a child and a teen, I mastered the skill of "not doing" but I have lost touch with this ability. Now we go to classes with 30 other people and pay to sit on rubber mats and meditate because this is an acceptable act of not doing. If it works for you then it is good! I actively planned to lie on the living room carpet this weekend and do nothing for a while. Find a way not to "do". Find a way to stop and I am not talking TV, phone or computer. Sit, breathe, rest. You will slow this concept of time we have and gain greater capacity to "do" if you learn to "stop doing" regularly.

May your week be full of your own life in the way you choose to live it and may we love each other along the paths we choose. 

-Gillian Cornwall, c. November 16, 2014

 Breathe. See. Do. Rest.

Cusheon Lake, Salt Spring Island, BC

Gillian Cornwall, c 2012

Expectations

Bird - Balanced

Chinese Cemetery - Victoria BC

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2012

Why the blazes am I heading down this path on an otherwise peaceful Sunday morning? Well, I am heading down this path because it came to me and because I believe I can offer some peaceful thoughts on the subject.

It seems to me that expectations are kind of tied up with opinions. We have our own, which may or may not have been influenced by our parents, our history, our spouse, media and so on. We also have the expectations and opinions that come to us quite directly in the now, like missiles.

I've been thinking about the height, depth and breadth of my self-expectations and how often I place them onto others. I am ridiculous for doing this. How many times do I talk about all of us walking our own paths in our own ways? Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy! 

Oh well. I am pleased to discover this about myself. As I continue to unpack it, I realize that my high self-expectations were seeded in my childhood. My understanding of one of my parents was that it was imperative to succeed - that there was no room for accident nor failure. Accident and failure resulted in anger, discipline and those, oh so awful, looks of disappointment. How could I not carry those expectations forward into my adulthood when they were as deep in my being as grain is to oak. The wonderful thing is that when we grow up, if we take the time to look at this stuff, with or without the help of psychology professionals, we get to untie the net and make it into something that fits us now or cast it off entirely. 

We have the opportunity to re-frame expectations as goals - if we wish. We have the capacity to try, to fail, to learn and grow. We have the capacity to acknowledge the same need in those who surround us. I would guess that everyone has felt like a failure in front of someone and, I know from personal experience, it is a wonderful feeling when someone stands by you through your errors and says, "Hey, it's okay. You can do it again. I'm here and I love you whether you succeed this time or whether you need to try again." 

You see, it is the path and not the destination. It is the relationships and the journey that make up the food of our lives. Whenever we reach the end of the road, do we want to be thinking, "Darn it, I wish I had done more - I wish I had at least tried"? Have fun on the journey. Don't worry too much if something breaks or fails. Just learn from it and move on. We are all perfect in our paths as long as we proceed at whatever speed and in whatever way works for us.

I made muffins this morning. 11 out of 12 worked. Is that a failure? Nah, I ate the bottom half of the broken one and I'll leave the top for J when she gets home. Now I know the muffins are tasty before I bring them to the party. Success! 

I dedicate this post to my partner who helps me learn about myself and guides me through my seriously debilitating self-expectations and my desire to be perfect. Instead, I am learning to try, to make time to do the things I love, regardless of how those things are received and others concepts of success. I am on my way.

-Gillian Cornwall, c. November 9, 2014

Many Boots, Many Treads

Gillian Cornwall, c. September 2014

Down Time

Summit Park Garry Oaks

Pencil, Graphite and Ink on Paper

8 x 10

Gillian Cornwall, c 2010

Down time: Puzzles, tea, a sketch book, a novel, a hammock, the cottage, a tropical vacation, a walk by the sea, a nap, a walk in the forest, a movie... the list goes on, doesn't it? There are a million things I love to do (or not do) to recharge my engines. I don't know about you but there just doesn't seem to be enough of it either.

I remember when I was a kid - there seemed to be tons of it. I supposed that comes with a privileged, middle-class childhood. I can't remember the last time I just lay under a tree and stared at clouds floating across a big blue sky through branches swaying in a gentle breeze. When I was a youngster, Heather McGhee and I used to ride our bikes to the Mill Pond on a Saturday and eat our bagged lunches on the grass under the tent-like boughs of the giant willow tree. It was peaceful and fun. We had exercise, food, talk and rest. Life was quite perfect.

I don't know when we lose that space, that time, to just be. I am often admonished for the time I spend staring into one of my many devices: laptop, desktop, iPod, smart phone, e-reader, etch-a-sketch ...just seeing if you were paying attention. I actually do have an Etch-a-Sketch - two, actually and I love them. I would definitely put Etch-a-Sketch in the down time list. 

Big Island of Hawaii

Oil Pastel and Mineral Oil on Paper

8 x 10

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2006

 As you can see, I've included some of my own drawings in this post. The thing is, I used to draw in my down time too. I studied with a number of artists and I used to draw pretty much every day - during lunches, after work and on the weekend. Now that I am writing avidly in the hope of finishing my first novel before I am too old to remember I started it and sending short works and poetry off to magazines, I no longer seem to have the time to draw, so that has gone by the wayside for now as well. 

 Victoria Warehouses

Oil Pastel on Paper

8 x 10

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2006

Now it seems, to really get down time, I have to take time off work in large chunks, get any necessary chores out of the way that absolutely have to be done and THEN I can take some down time after I've worked on the writing that has lain dormant because I've been too tired or too this and that... Blah, blah, blah. And trust me, I know, this is all first world problem nonsense but what I really want to get at it, I think it is crucial to make time to chill out - whatever that means to you. If you want to be well, get exercise, eat well, laugh as much as possible, love with an open heart and HAVE FUN!

The House

Watercolour Pencil on Paper

8 x 10

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2004

I'm lucky that I work in a really pretty location. At lunch, I go for walks with a colleague. Generally, we have to stop and laugh at least 5 times because, together, we make a hilarious and joyous pair. It is not uncommon to see birds and deer as we walk the wooded path by the circle road that surrounds the campus on which we work. So, it's pretty close to what I described with my childhood friend, Heather.

The Mallard

Watercolour Pencil on Paper

5 x 7

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2004

What do you do for down time? I'm open to new ideas, suggestions and hilarious anecdotes. I'm excited to know that I'm not alone in my need to chill out. I believe that it is in our moments of freedom, our moments of lightness, that greatness happens. Breathe deeply and give space to your potential. Open your mind and heart to all that is here for us if we just stop for a minute, breathe into our bellies and connect to "all".

Baby Parker

Pencil on Paper

Gillian Cornwall

Commissioned - Not available

I think that if we can integrate down time back into our work, we will achieve much greater standards of excellence. Greatness takes time, space and belief in ourselves and each other. All too often, I look around me and I see people racing to check off the boxes. "Let's get it done!" And all too often, if we stopped, thought and made space for thinking outside of the check box, we would get it done a lot better, faster and with greater enjoyment. 

Arwen Portrait

Pencil on Paper

4 x 6

Gillian Cornwall, c.1999

There is time. There is space. We just need to allow ourselves to take it. Most of us do not NEED more stuff or more money to get more stuff. We need to stop, slow down and be present in our lives. Down time. That's what we need. 

The Grizzly Bear

Oil Pastel on Paper

Gillian Cornwall, c. 1996

This is your imposed down time between a grizzly bear and a farm cat. *Breathe here* :-)

 Boots the Cat

Oil Pastel on Paper

8 x 10

Gillian Cornwall, c.1994

If anyone is interested, please share your thoughts on this subject by leaving a comment below. I know most people just want to have a look and duck out unnoticed and that is fine too. I hope you are off to do something fun and relaxing! -maybe do some of your own drawings? 

The West Coast Rainforest - Long Beach

Ink on Paper

Not Available for sale

Gillian Cornwall, c. 2009

While I may seem fairly light-hearted about this, I want to acknowledge that there are millions of people around the world who struggle in every hour of every day just to survive and if those of us who have so much shared just a bit with someone else, we could ease their path a great deal and perhaps allow them to stop and breathe one day without having to worry all the time. There is always more we can do for another and this can be a down time thing too. Read to someone who can't read for themselves anymore. Bring someone a treat. Make a donation if you can. Share your beautiful gifts with another for we are one and we are greater together than apart.

The Wave

Oil Pastel and Mineral Oil on Paper

8 x 10

Gillian Cornwall, c. 1988

Thanks for stopping by and having a read. I hope you enjoyed it. I love sharing with each of you and send you love and blessings for a peaceful and joyous day. Know that wherever you are, whatever you are doing, someone out here is thinking of you and wishing you the very best of life. Never give up. Walk your path with your head held high and feel the simple joy of the sun on your face when it does shine.

-Gillian Cornwall, c. November 2, 2014 

The Universal Place Within Us

 
The Waves of the Mother - Lana'i Hawaii

Gillian Cornwall, c. December 2012

In light of the events in Canada this past week and because some concepts of this work arose during an interview I watched between Oprah Winfrey and Pema Chodron last Sunday, I have chosen to republish this post. The principles here guide me through my life and I re-read this work every time I start to lose my way. I hope you find it helpful.

"Love. Kindness. Joy. Patience. Endurance."

I repeat these words and live their meanings to the best of my ability in each moment and in the face of my fears. I follow the path of the femina magna with calm and steady breath: impeccable in word, not taking the path of others as my own, not making assumptions and doing my best with each step.

Wars, heartaches, lives and deaths have cycled through us and we walk on, down our paths, making decisions with each and every footfall:

a) the path of love

b) the path of fear

Let us go to the universal place within us, 

the place we have all recognized at one time in our lives, 

if only for a fleeting moment:

We are beings of love, of energy,

we are inextricably connected.

Let us be our best one.

Let us walk our paths in a state of openness and love,

independent and together,

as the roots below our feet

and the flow of the oceans,

as all the creatures of the earth.

Let us weave this beautiful basket of life and love together

so when we look within

our introspection shows the wonder of limitlessness,

the universe in each of us as one connected being.

From mother to child we unfurl

with limitless love for all

and no fear of loss,

for love flows through us as an endless fountain

with no fear,

no need to hold,

for it is all there, all ways,

if we are open,

if we trust.

Breathe.

Gillian Cornwall, c. January  20, 2013.

Plumeria Blossoms, Lana'i, Hawaii

Gillian Cornwall, c. December 2012

Set Sail

Taylor Beach, Parry Bay

Metchosin, BC

Photo: Gillian Cornwall, c. 2013

52. It's a heck of a number when I feel 21 some days and 100 on others. I suppose this is why some folks say, "Age is just a number." Well, yeah, it is. It's the number of years I've been knocking around this life trying to figure out what it is I should be doing - whether I should turn left, turn right, go back or stand still. Walking the path. 

Perhaps it's a midlife crisis - but that term makes me laugh. How the blazes would any of us know when we are at midlife? Anyway, lately I've been thinking about the finite nature of my time in this incarnation and trying to determine, once again, how I can make the most of it. I want to write. It's all I want to do really, but unless I go to work everyday, I'll be writing on the street. So I go to work and I do stuff that's probably helpful, but is it how I should be spending the time I have? Is it the choice that will lead me to say, at the end of my days, "Yes, I am satisfied. I lived well."?

I'm talking first world problems for sure. I know it because I've been without a safe home and I have gone hungry in my younger years. I don't particularly want to do those things again. It was hard and left even less time for pursuits such as writing. Survival is a full time job. What to do; what to do? I have a novel that is almost through the first draft but between work life and home life there are insufficient time windows to finish the job.

I need to turn things on their heads and get a different perspective. I feel sick. I sit all day at a desk and move paper and cyber paper and apparently it is helpful. I go to meetings and do volunteer work. These are all good things that help people but something is off. I feel an unusual weight, a drag off my stern, if you will... I need to trim the sails and find a fresh breeze on which to travel - perhaps in a new direction. Meanwhile, I sit, rather still in the water, waiting, watching for a ripple on the surface and I grow hungry as resources dwindle.

This isn't much of an inspirational piece (she said, pointing out the obvious). I'm probably over-sharing, but I am going to post it anyway because I'm fairly certain I'm not the only one who feels this way at times and what I want you to take away is that I'm thinking, searching, watching the horizon. My waiting is active as I look for the opening - for there has always been a way through. There always will be. So if you feel like this too, perhaps we can raise our noses to the air, listen for the whisper on the wind, trust our instincts and open up to the changing tides and times. Be of good cheer and remember that it is all about the "way". It is each step we take, each tack of the sail that takes us forward through our lives. We must do our best to enjoy the journey.

With love to each of you. 

-Gillian Cornwall, c. October 19, 2014.

There's always this...

Photo: Gillian Cornwall, c. September 2014

Home

Hulopo'e - Lana'i, Hawaii

Photo: Gillian Cornwall, c December 2006

I've been wondering, where is my home? Is it the place where the safe roof lies over my head? Is it the place of my spirit? Am I so fortunate as to have those things be the same? Is my home the traditional territory of my people? If so, I may be without place. I do not know the traditional lands of my people. For generations, it was the island now known as the United Kingdom; however, I doubt my people originated there either. I believe I descended of Roman and Spanish peoples and I do not know before this or if it is indeed so. 

I know I descend from a long line of warriors - people who fought, sometimes to take lands and sometimes to free people. I am not proud of the fact that we took lands and traditional ways of being from so many. I am proud of those who fought oppression and hate so I could live a life with greater freedom to love who I want and engage in the spiritual practices of my choice. 

As a result of this lack of knowledge of my traditional lands, I have created home in my soul and attach physical home to where my soul finds peace. Often, that is also my physical place, here in Victoria, British Columbia with people I love but it is also in other places where my spirit understands the flow and harmony of "all", where I am attuned to the ways of other peoples. 

I am fortunate to have travelled often to the traditional lands of the Hawaiian peoples. I am fortunate to have spent time learning some of the culture, traditions and ways of living the aloha spirit. This is a path I can comprehend and when I am there, I feel an attachment to the deep spirit of the place and her people. I continue to study and visit. I know these are not my lands. These are the traditional lands of the Hawaiian peoples and I am grateful to be a student and visitor. 

Where do you find home? I suppose my lack of attachment to one particular place and a lack of comprehension of border makes my soul my home and, I think I feel pretty good about that. On this, Canadian Thanksgiving, I am grateful to all my teachers. 

I am grateful to the Elders at the First People's House, Office of Indigenous Affairs at the University of Victoria who have taught me so much about taking the time to see and to be present in my heart, body and soul. They have taught me so much about their history and ways and the land on which I am grateful to be a visitor/settler. 

I am grateful to my Hawaiian teachers and the Lana'i Culture and Heritage Center for your work and teachings and to all the Hawaiian people who open my spirit to the aloha way. 

Perhaps I am a nomad of the spirit, a conduit among peoples; perhaps I am a path and not a destination. 

With gratitude to all my teachers in this life. I dedicate this post to all of you. You taught me so so much more than a single subject. You taught me how to open my heart and mind to possibility. This is a great gift. Thank you.

"Malama i kekahi i kekahi"

Take care of one, take care of all

-unknown

-Gillian Cornwall, c. October 12, 2014

Giving the chaka 

Lana'i 2006

Signs of Lekwungen Detail

I believe this is a detail of a sculpture by:

Butch Dick - Master Carver

Inspire and Stir

The Letterbox - Saanich, BC

Gillian Cornwall, c. October, 2014

Stimulus: noun

• a thing or event that evokes a specific functional reaction in an organ or tissue
• a thing that rouses activity or energy in someone or something; a spur or incentive
• an interesting and exciting quality

We need it. Without doses of regular stimuli, we will likely create some. Sometimes that gets us into trouble. We need to create. It's at the very core of our beings. We need to think, write, build, draw, sing, move or invent. 

So, what does one do if large parts of the day are spent in environments where capabilities are not recognized nor utilized and efforts to create are thwarted? The answer is simple: One wilts. One drifts. One becomes disengaged with the tasks at hand and looks further afield for inspiration. I believe part of the reason our minds fail us is a lack of positive stimulation.

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon with bright, amusing and kind friends. We were outside, on farmland replete with the bounty of a season of growth. The people, sights and scents and the energy of the land were palpable, invigorating and inspirational.

Now, I do not live in a fairy land (and that's a pity) where every moment of every day is an inspirational delight; however, why are we obsessed with the errant concept that we should do as we are told and we should do it without thinking or questioning or without inspiration? The greatest places to work worldwide all inspire their employees to think, to engage, to question and to grow. They are encouraged to try, learn, fail and try again. 

Some of you might be thinking, "It's up to you, isn't it? Inspire yourself!" 

Well, that's true too. We are responsible for our days and for seeking environments in which we find growth but, perhaps, part of that responsibility is questioning a lack of opportunity where we currently stand. Ah, in all things: balance. 

Go forth, my kindred spirits and inspire! Be inspired. Try not to give up. At times, it's not easy. On the days when people sneer at your vigour and enthusiasm and question: "What have you got to be so happy about?!", respond with sincerity and a true desire to know,

"What have you got to be so unhappy about?"

Let us give opportunity to one another to be our very best. Share knowledge. Share opportunity. Let us not be afraid of losing what we have. If we hold onto something too tightly, it is most likely to slip through our fingers. Enjoy your gift of life.

The Joy of the Harvest

Photo by: Dailene O'Neill - October, 2014

-Gillian Cornwall, c. October 5, 2014