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


Nature

May 30, 2020

Gardening Through Quarantine (My first keiki {baby orchid} in Maine, and it bloomed!) There is so much in our lives, which at the moment can feel frivolous; but I do not think gardening falls into that category. I garden for many reasons, including because I enjoy the process of planting seeds or cuttings, and...
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Poet’s Corner

May 29, 2020

Pandemic   Dare I say the word? It still seems surreal. But here we are, in the middle of a pandemic. Some horrible virus has spread throughout world; now whether we want to admit it or not, our lives have been redefined. This day should be about something else. We should all be snapping...
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Holiday’s

May 25, 2020

Memorial Day “The 30th of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village and hamlet churchyard in the land.” ~ General John A....
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Food

May 22, 2020

Quarantine Coffee   I am sure this is already a known coffee, but it is a new creation, in my kitchen. Often in the past, a mid-day, second cup of coffee has been welcomed; we have now made it a “tradition” of sorts; this is a treat, almost like a dessert. Initially, we were...
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Public Square

May 20, 2020

Key West Memorial to José Martí José Martí, el Apóstol, the apostle, is considered to be the father of a free Cuba; something not yet achieved, in my humble opinion. Today, May 20, is one of the days celebrated as the Cuban Independence Day, and thus I offer you a look at this memorial,...
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Art

May 15, 2020

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~     Bank of Oise at Auvers, 1890 by Vincent Van Gogh    The colors in this painting are truly extraordinary; but what I most love is how Van Gogh has used the...
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A View from the Road

May 10, 2020

Vacancy   We pulled over, in Pennsylvania, drawn by a sign advertising sheep skin coats; alas the coat was not to be, but this sign, in front of an old small motel, caught my interest.  I wondered how long it had been since the “No” had been lit up; the small courtyard like establishment...
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From the Editor

May 1, 2020

How Are You? I have asked that question a lot lately. People usually say something along the lines of fine or okay. I am never quite sure they are telling me the complete truth, but I assume they are at least fifty percent fine or okay, and are willing to settle for that being...
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Poet’s Corner

April 29, 2020

Is Someone Holding Our Place     The world has gone to sleep Or at least to take a nap Do you question What it all means And When will it wake up again The streets are empty Shops closed And Where we gathered darkened Will life stir again If so When For the...
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Because I Can

April 28, 2020

Imperfect Pictures Some With Words and Others Without     There are many reasons I snap a photograph. I have previously written about the sheer joy of volume that digital photography provides us with; for me, the opportunity to get the “perfect picture” because I can take a dozen shots, in the moment, and later...
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