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


A View from the Road

August 30, 2010

I Do Not Know Her Name!     Do you have pictures like this? I met this woman, at the hotel we were staying, well more like a rooming house in Chelsea, where only female guest were permitted.  She was on her way to India, if I recall, having settled a law suit, over...
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Favorite Books

August 29, 2010
Favorite Books

The Conquerors, Roosevelt, Truman the Destruction of Hitler’s Germany, 1941 – 1945 By Michael Beschloss   “So this is the fellow who changed my life.” ~ Henry Morgenthau Jr. addressing Gerhart Riegner ~ The Conquerors has been a page turner and an eye opener.  I will admit that may not be true for every...
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The ThatIsAllForNow Family Photo Album

August 29, 2010
The ThatIsAllForNow Family Photo Album

Welcome to our Family Photo Album.  As we progress, below you will find photographs of many of the people which have been included in these pages, over the years.  I hope that you will enjoy further getting to know the ThatIsAllForNow family of friends.               Dru, Kate, and Colleen   Aunt Gen and Uncle Ray...
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A View from the Road

August 22, 2010

Alaskan Sunset or Sunrise   I am longing for cooler days and nights.  A view from an Alaskan road!
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The Poet’s Corner

August 19, 2010
The Poet’s Corner

What Happens After Hello? I’ve been wondering, what will happen if I dial your number? The phone will ring, and ring, and ring. I am certain of that part. You never quickly pick-up, for anyone, but there was a moment in time when I seemed to matter a little more than others, and you...
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From the Editor

August 18, 2010
From the Editor

Sadly Seeing to Believe “Then Jesus told him, ‘Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.’” John 20:29 (NIV) It seems like a lifetime away now, but I will never forget having crossed the Adriatic from Brindisi, Italy to arrive in Greece, before...
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In the Garden

August 16, 2010

Magnolias     This ubiquitous tree pleasantly dots not only the South but many other parts of the country, always inspiring, at least in me, a bit of wonder, and a desire to touch the soft, cushiony petals of the large flowers.       While the trees are usually very large, providing ample...
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Art

August 12, 2010

  To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~    Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. ~William Blake ~   Orphan Girl at the Cemetery, by Eugene Delacroix, at the  Louvre
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Public Square

August 12, 2010

Little White House Warm Springs, Georgia     This was another one of those unexpected stops, on a list of places I had hoped to visit, but did not quite see how I would find myself in Warm Springs, Georgia, at President Franklin Roosevelt’s Little White House. It was a stop that included Andersonville,...
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The Poet’s Corner

August 4, 2010
The Poet’s Corner

Toy Maker   Here I sit waiting for my toy maker to take me from his shelf. He will wind me up and set me into motion. I will be posed and pulled. I will tilt my head and smile. Or turn around and cry. Just as my toy maker commands. I could have...
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