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


Public Square

August 13, 2015

Buchanan’s Birthplace State Park     This monument marks the place our fifteenth president, James Buchanan was born, in 1791; at his parent’s trading post, Stony Batter, in Cove Gap, Pennsylvania.       This is one of those just because stops, not something I would have gone out of my way to see;...
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Art

August 10, 2015

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~  Merrymakers by Carolus – Duran Our pleasure and amusement with happy children did not begin with digital photography.  I love the overwhelming jubilation felt by the subjects, in this painting. I wonder if...
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From the Editor

August 8, 2015

 Miss Hannah Living Life On Her Own Terms   “This actually encapsulates me really well…a mug commemorating my signature character, Little Miss Sunshine in hand, and a biography about Oscar Wilde in arm, and a cat scarf around my neck. Me, in a nutshell.” ~ Miss Hannah ~ This morning, as I got off...
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Poet’s Corner

August 5, 2015

Breezy and Blue     It can be Sunny and warm Damp and overcast Hot and muggy Snowy and cold Breezy and blue   You have written me about the weather; not once, but twice. I had not expected that. Had you?   Did you ever imagine that one day, you and I would...
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A View from the Road

August 3, 2015

A True New England View     Unattended entrepreneurial adventures are one of the things, which I still find delightful about New England. It is not unusual to drive by a display of flowers, baked goods, herbs, honey or even pickles, with a sign announcing the price and instructions on where to leave the...
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Favorite Books

July 30, 2015

  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...
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In the Garden

July 24, 2015

Spanish Moss     I have taken countless pictures of Spanish moss, none which seem to capture my wonderment for this plant; nevertheless, here are a few recent shots from Savannah, Georgia, because I cannot keep photographing this silly plant, which I find delightful, though it does little but drape large trees, in the south.     I...
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Art

July 22, 2015

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~  The Nut Gathers  by William-Adolphe Bouguereau I specifically went to the Detroit Institute of Art to see Diego Rivera’s mural, which I shall soon share with you; The Nut Gathers was an unexpected...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

July 20, 2015

Bridge to Nowhere Warm Springs, Montana     I love Montana, and this post card does not capture the vastness or beauty of the state. However, Geoffrey Box, of Missoula Montana, where I ate the best chocolate cream pie ever, does beautifully and profoundly capture the feeling of desolation, which miles of empty highways...
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A View from the Road

July 19, 2015

Off to Sea?     Approaching the Darien River, in Georgia, I came across this fleet of fishing boats, which appeared to be trapped in a sea of grass; but of course they are not. Everything is always about perspective, even absolutes.  
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