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


Art

May 24, 2010
Art

  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 ~   These photographs are from an art display at Cuban Nostalgia, 2010.  The first place winner, marked with the large blue...
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The Poet’s Corner

May 23, 2010

My Love for You Has Passed My love for you has passed It was only a momentary passion I am sorry It should have lasted longer I should have loved stronger But my love was lonely You never loved me back You could not I know But still My love was lonely My love...
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From the Editor

May 20, 2010
From the Editor

          Books and  Violence              When I was a child, I always felt intellectually inferior to my sisters.  My sisters both read a great deal, they were especially fond of Little Women and Gone with the Wind, neither of which I had any interest in reading.  (Though oddly, I have visited both Louisa...
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Art

May 17, 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 ~   Painted by Allison F. Marquez Parker, in Seattle, Washington.  It hangs in the artist home in Maine.
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A View from the Road

May 17, 2010

A View From the Indian River   Looking out over the Indian River, in Florida, on a quite, sunny day.
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The Poet’s Corner

May 14, 2010

  Hermes   My thoughts – many at this moment, neither brilliant nor noble.   Waiting for the minutes to pass – waiting till the moment arrives when I can attempt to find solace in the voice of a friend.   Is it friend or lover?   Can it be both?   Let Hermes...
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Art

May 9, 2010

 To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~    Mischief and Repose by John William Godward This is one of my favorite paintings hanging at The J. Paul Getty Museum, in Los Angles, California.  Mischief and Repose, 1893.  The painter, John...
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A View from the Road

May 9, 2010

Leaving Santa Fe, New Mexico, we spotted this perfect adobe house – the only thing missing were the hollyhocks.
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Travel

May 9, 2010

        For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake.  The great affair is to move. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~   Make it Memorable   When I was in second grade, we lived in Brockton, Massachusetts.  On a chilly and overcast day,...
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Art

May 9, 2010

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~        Mischief and Repose by John William Godward This is one of my favorite paintings hanging at The J. Paul Getty Museum, in Los Angles, California.  Mischief and Repose, 1893.  The...
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