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


The Dialogue

July 26, 2017

Follow With Limited Tools     Quotes by Dr. Maria Montessori From: The Secret of Childhood   These two booklets were put together by Mother, in 1985, when she was working for a very pioneering Montessori program, in Los Angeles. When she got the job, which consisted of her setting up and supervising home...
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Because I Can

July 24, 2017

Follow   For Caroline Cobre, Oriente, Cuba http://www.guije.com/pueblo/municipios/ocobre/indexe.htm April 27, 1948 — saved; April 27, 1949 — baptized in the Holy Spirit; December 25, 1948 — baptized in water   408 53 St. West, Apt. 10 New York, New York (1957) 555 E. Elizabeth, Brownsville, Texas, c/o Rev. H. Glenn Smith (1958)     26...
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In the Wild!

July 24, 2017

Follow Alpacas   Over our morning coffee, as we looked out, on our back yard, we pondered exactly how nice it would be to see alpacas roaming through the trees and maybe, going down to the river, for a drink of water. We actually contemplated what we would need to do,...
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Favorite Books

July 17, 2017

Follow Sitting By My Bedside     “One sure window into a person’s soul is his reading list.” ~ Mary B. W. Tabor ~   What are you reading?  Are you looking for your next great read?  Here is a look at what is sitting by my bedside, and which I...
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Public Square

July 15, 2017

Follow Sagamore Hill     Theodore Roosevelt’s Home Oyster Bay      “Death had to take Roosevelt sleeping, for if he had been awake, there would have been a fight.” ~ Vice-President Thomas R. Marshall ~   Sagamore Hill was President Theodore Roosevelt’s home for 33 years; it was a home...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

July 11, 2017

Follow Play Ball!   As the All-Star game gets ready to start, I share with you the only postcard I bought, when we visited the National Baseball Hall of Fame, at Coopers Town, in the autumn of 1991. I had seen A League of their Own, and was thrilled to see...
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A View from the Road

July 10, 2017

Follow The Seated Ballerina     Hitting the streets of New York City, I felt a bit like Forrest Gump, at the moment, where after years of running, he suddenly decided he was done, stopped, and headed home. Of late, I have been feeling like “been there, done that” when on...
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Art

July 6, 2017

Follow To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~    Weatherbeaten by Winslow Homer and His Home     I first fell in love with Winslow Homer’s work, when I went looking for a gift for Melody, and settled on one...
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Food

July 3, 2017

Follow Gray’s Papaya     Hot dogs are most definitely a food I must be in the mood for; they are not part of my regular fare, but a good hotdog can certainly hit the spot, at the right moment – like say the 4th of July! For me, what makes...
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From the Editor

July 1, 2017

Follow The Moneychangers “On reaching Jerusalem, Jesus entered the temple courts and began driving out those who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves, and would not allow anyone to carry merchandise through the temple courts. And as he taught them,...
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