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


From the Editor

August 1, 2017

Surprise Kate was driving home, and she mentioned that she was bringing me a surprise. I asked a few questions, none of which were answered, and in my mind I settled on something like guava pastries or cheesecake.     When she arrived, she handed me the above package. Kate had carried this bundle...
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In Nature

July 28, 2017

Riverbanks Botanical Garden   “And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.” ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett ~ The Secret Garden   I love gated gardens with architectural features that invite you in to explore their treasures. It was particularly nice to have this garden to myself. One of the things I...
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The Dialogue

July 26, 2017

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 based...
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Because I Can

July 24, 2017

  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 Calle...
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In the Wild!

July 24, 2017

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, to give them a...
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Favorite Books

July 17, 2017

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 am pleased to recommend....
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Public Square

July 15, 2017

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 he shared with his...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

July 11, 2017

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 some small mention of...
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A View from the Road

July 10, 2017

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 the road, and thinking...
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Art

July 6, 2017

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 of...
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