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


Poet’s Corner

March 1, 2018

Follow Recess     I am not entirely certain that at the moment anyone has anything to say at least not something worth stopping to listening to thus I have turned the volume down on the world at large muted all the senseless clatter in favor of moving forward instead of...
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A View from the Road

February 22, 2018

Follow The Pagoda City of Redding     Somehow one does not exactly expect to see such a full size Pagoda in Redding, Pennsylvania; yet if you venture up to the Mount Penn Reserve, you will find this seven story building, which was built in 1908. The Pagoda, which is listed...
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In Nature

February 21, 2018

Follow We Garden for Hope     Gardening can break your heart. Having to pull out the shell of a plant that did not grow or thrive, for whatever reason, can be a very sad experience; and when some unknown, unwanted, or uncontrollable element impacts your garden, and runs wild, well...
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Holiday’s

February 19, 2018

Follow President’s Day “Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.” ~ President George Washington ~ Our first President, General George Washington, was born on February 22, 1732; while Abraham Lincoln’s birthday is February 12, 1809. The two men have long been considered our...
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The Dialogue

February 18, 2018

Follow Family on the Day of Mother’s Memorial Service   I believe most of these pictures were taken by Kate.  This was the day of my Mother’s memorial service, January 6, 2013.  The pictures have sat in a photo file for years, literally, as this is not a day I wanted to revisit; however,...
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Poet’s Corner

February 18, 2018

Follow Clickity Clack I am feeling a need to run and roam. A need to be free, to breath clean air and see clear horizons. I am feeling trapped inside these four windowless walls with fluorescent lights and nine by twelve screens. “May I help you?” “Please hold.” “One moment please.”...
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Public Square

February 15, 2018

Follow President James Abram Garfield’s Home and Grave Site “The world’s history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon...
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In the Wild!

February 13, 2018

Follow So High Above     Driving through the Grand Tetons, looking out at the Snake River, I spotted this nest, sitting on top of an electric pole.  The romantic in me would like to believe that those are two little eaglets, waiting for mom to come home with supper.  ...
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Art

February 12, 2018

Follow To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~      The Confab by Eastman Johnson Okay, how did they get up so high? Where did that tiny bouquet of flowers come from, it seems rather chilly for...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

February 8, 2018

Follow Good Lucky Olympians!     As the world prepares for the XXIII Olympic Winter Games, to be held February 9 to the 25, of 2018, in PyeongChang, South Korea; we would like to stop and wish those competing a safe and successful Olympic experience. This month we share with you...
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