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

October 21, 2020

Is that Pink in the Autumn?     Falls palette is supposed to be yellow, orange, red, and ultimately brown.  These vibrant colors are usually seen against the steadfast evergreens, which you know will keep you company through winter. But look at these splashes of pink, yes pink!  I do not expect to see...
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Public Square

October 19, 2020

Thomas Wolfe House     “You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but...
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Holiday’s

October 12, 2020

Columbus Day     It is my understanding that this statue of Christopher Columbus, in Columbus, Ohio,  has been removed; I am so glad I took the time to photograph it, when I did.  The monument has fallen prey, like so many cultural elements in our history, to a mob rule, which seeks to...
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Art

October 5, 2020

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~   Grey Weather, Morning with Figures, Eragny by Camille Pissarro I do not see the grey morning; rather I am drawn to the golden fields, bordered by wild flowers, and the harvest.  I...
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From the Editor

October 1, 2020

Higginsville “It is not that we are old, we are just not young anymore.” The words are not mine, and I am afraid I may not have quoted them correctly.  I heard them, on the original Magnum P.I., spoken by Tom Selleck’s character, and thought about how true they rang. Magnum P.I., the original...
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A View from the Road

October 1, 2020

Library Walk “Truth exists. Only falsehood has to be invented.” George Braque (1882-1963) – Le Jour et La Nuit Sometimes we must look down to see the view.  One of my favorite places in New York is the Public Library, on 5th Avenue and 42nd Street; you know where the two large marble lions,...
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Poet’s Corner

October 1, 2020

Possibilities There are so many ways This could go What it might become I have to wonder Which path will be taken Either way I know There will be consequences You do not seem to mind Neither do I But I do not believe That all choices are equal I suppose We will know...
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Art

September 28, 2020

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ At the Foot of the Cross by Robert Scott Duncanson I know she projects a deep melancholy; but I also find her beautiful and at the moment, she speaks to me. For many...
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Holiday’s

September 22, 2020

  Happy Fall!     Putting up this year’s autumn village was a bit bitter sweet.  My great-niece, who so loves to make “adjustments” to the village, has moved away, and most likely will not have an opportunity to see this year’s offering. But today fall has begun; the trees are most definitely beginning...
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Because I Can

September 18, 2020

Ruth Bader Ginsburg Tonight Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away.  I do not want to address the politics involved in her dying, at this moment in time, and I am not qualified to eulogize her life.  But I have held on to this cover, of the Los Angeles Times, since October 2, 1993, when she...
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