Cristina Jill

Late Ripeness “Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before. I was not separated from people, grief and pity joined us. We forget - I kept saying - that we are all children of the King. For where we come from there is no division into Yes and No, into is, was, and will be. We were miserable, we used no more than a hundredth part of the gift we received for our long journey. Moments from yesterday and from centuries ago - a sword blow, the painting of eyelashes before a mirror of polished metal, a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving its hull against a reef - they dwell in us, waiting for a fulfillment. I knew, always, that I would be a worker in the vineyard, as are all men and women living at the same time, whether they are aware of it or not.” ~ Czeslaw Milosz ~ My name is Cristina Jill Mosqueda Cooper. I pause looking at my name, and think about how much there is to explain with those words alone. My mother gave me a name to use in each of my worlds, Cristina for my Cuban life, and Jill for the American life. I suppose it is there were the paradoxes of my life began. I have been many things in my life, from a housekeeper to a high school history teacher; but no matter what else I did, I was always a writer. I love words and the power and passion which they can be used to create. I love reading words, writing words, speaking words, and listening to words – especially words from people that I love and respect. It is my desire to live life on my own terms, and willingly or not, I have paid the price demanded, by the world, to be myself. I share my life with Kate, with whom I have lived for the last 23 years, and Miss Merry Margaret, our little mutt who really is the world’s most perfect dog. I also travel, cook, garden, sculpt, and make large messes doing all of the above. Welcome to my world, that is all for now.

Web Site: http://thatisallfornow.com


Public Square

August 17, 2018

Follow Ft. Pierce Public Art In the Swim by Jorge Blanco   I love the unexpected; it is always wonderful when I go looking for a particular place or thing and find it, but there is something rather delightful about coming upon an unexpected treat, like public art in Ft. Pierce,...
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Poet’s Corner

August 13, 2018

Follow I Stand and Applaud You   I stand and applaud you.   Rarely do words, my most constant and faithful companions fail me but at the moment, I am at a loss.   So, I stand and applaud you.   To endure injustice is never easy, to survive it marks...
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In the Wild!

August 12, 2018

Follow The Sandpiper     They are tiny and scurry quickly along the sand, not much interested in posing for a picture or what morsel someone may offer them; I like that about sandpipers, they are not there for our entertainment. Yet, somehow these ubiquitous creatures certainly do manage to still...
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A View from the Road

August 7, 2018

Follow Hey! I am Over Here, Come Take a Look!     I wish I could make one of these memorable pieces of Americana, as I do so love road-side attractions, and must absolutely stop, if at all possible, to photograph a giant you name it . . . an orange,...
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Art

August 4, 2018

Follow To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~      Bridal Veil Falls, Yosemite  by Albert Bierstadt When I think of vistas of Yosemite Valley, I most often think of Ansel Adams’ iconic photographs, as it was Adams who first...
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From the Editor

August 2, 2018

Follow Can There Be: Love, Peace, Beauty, Wonder, Joy . . . ?   “We’re alike. I, too, believe that everyone should have a chance at a breathtaking piece of folly once in his life. I was twenty when they said a woman couldn’t swim the Channel. You’re twelve; you think...
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Did You Know?

August 1, 2018

Follow Iron Mike     Behold, Iron Mike – Iron Mike who? Just Iron Mike, as it turns out. This statue stands at the Marine Corps Museum, in Quantico, Virginia, but it does not represent Mike, rather all Marines. I have gone searching for more information about Iron Mike, and it...
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Nature

July 28, 2018

Follow Memory Gardening I love plants; my Mother turned me into a gardener, as a child, telling me, as I have already shared on these pages, that playing in the dirt was good for my nerves. I would be lying if I said that I do not buy plants, but if...
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Food

July 24, 2018

Follow Falafel     I have been cooking for a very long time; thus it is not often that I surprise myself with what I make. But I have to say, I called Kate into the kitchen, cut the first falafel in half, so we could each taste it, and when...
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Public Square

July 12, 2018

Follow Ybor City Museum State Park   This is where I was supposed to have been born; my parents were living here when my maternal grandfather passed away, and my Mother flew to Columbus, Ohio, for the funeral.  While there, she went into labor and I was delivered at The Ohio...
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