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


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January 8, 2015

I Stand with Charlie Hebdo Join Me   “To Hold a Pen is to be at War” ~ Voltaire ~ Voltaire’s words were the first, which I wrote on the That Is All For Now facebook page, when I began to design it.  He was a Frenchman, with many opinions, who refused to be...
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January 6, 2015

My Stealthy Freedom Stealthy Freedoms of Iranian Women     If you would like to make a difference in the world, here is an opportunity to be a freedom fighter, from the safety of your home. I would like to encourage you to like this website and support the incredibly brave work these people...
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A View from the Road

January 5, 2015

Standard Filling Station No. 1     On our way to the Corvette Museum, near Bowling Green Kentucky, we spotted this charming View From the Road, and pulled over to take a closer look.  As I approached the “landmark” I wondered why Standard Oil, which was started in Ohio by J.D. Rockefeller, Henry Flagler,...
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Perfect Post Cards – Picture and a Thousand Words

January 3, 2015

Hawaii 1947   Statue of Kamehameha Perhaps, it is because I am awaiting an undesired snow storm that my soul dreams of wandering along a warm beach and my eyes linger on this collection of Old Post cards that are “Nu – Nui, which means ‘New New-y’ – It’s Hawaiian for ‘Very Big'”.  The post cards...
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From the Editor

January 1, 2015

Wishing You a Happy and Well Lit New Year   Last Christmas, I looked out the side door, and saw what I thought was a luminaria, at the end of the driveway.  I could not believe that I was seeing correctly, thus despite a very chilly night, I bundled up and headed down the...
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Poet’s Corner

January 1, 2015

There Is Still Time   It is odd how one can become accustomed to the blows The initial strike seems unbearable You are certain the closed fist will be the last thing you feel As you lose your balance Finding your head repeatedly bouncing up and down Against the flat cement floor Whose ice-like...
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Art

December 31, 2014

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~  Masked Ball at the Opera By Edouard Manet Would this not be the perfect way to ring out the old year?  Ah the opera with jesters and all of those shiny top hats,...
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In the Garden

December 29, 2014

Oasis     Have you ever stopped to ask if you can harvest seeds from a Hollyhock or Morning Glory or spent Sunflower?   One can always tell whether or not you are asking the beneficiary of the gardener’s labors or the gardener, by their response.  The beneficiary looks at you suspiciously, curious as to...
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Public Square

December 28, 2014

A Look at Ford’s Theater “Some think I do wrong to go to the opera and theater but it relieves my heavy burden.” ~President Abraham Lincoln~   We kicked off the holiday season in Washington D.C., by seeing A Christmas Carol, at the Ford Theater, a perennial favorite.  The production was joyful, including a...
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In the Wild!

December 26, 2014

Thank you Queen Elizabeth     I first heard of Lakeland, Florida, in a history book; the city was used as a staging area, for American troops, during the Spanish – American War.  Later, we had dear friends move north, to Lakeland, from South Florida, and found ourselves stopping by on occasion, to pay...
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