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
I Had Planned to Write About Misogyny I am broken hearted over the misogyny being played out, in the Middle East, and how helpless I feel to help. I listen to and read the stories being told by women, who have escaped, after having been raped, beaten, and tortured, and keep thinking about...
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Louis Lunch And a Better Option — A Patty Melt There is something very satisfying about a great hamburger! Thus, when we had the opportunity to try a burger, at Louis Lunch, we could not resist. Established in 1895, Louis Lunch claims to be the home of the original hamburger, that all American...
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President William Jefferson Clinton’s First Home Museum A detour took us through Hope, Arkansas, and inevitably, it was impossible for me to by-pass a Presidential site. I take umbrage with President Clinton’s lack of honor, most especially, while sitting in the White House. However, his accomplishments, especially given his humble beginnings, are worth...
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To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Gleaners by Jean-Francois Millet “And Ruth the Moabite said to Naomi, ‘Let me go to the fields and pick up the leftover grain behind anyone in whose eyes I find favor.’ Naomi said to...
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Closed in on the Open Road Have you noticed the change? The freedom of the road is becoming a fast fading memory. It is not the same out here anymore; the open road is closing in on me. Where I could once roam alone, I am now being followed by...
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My Miraculous Gardenias Our neighbors moved from the house, across the street, a while back. The house has recently been sold, but for a good long while, with their permission, I would walk across the street, and harvest my favorite flowers, gardenias, from their beautiful bush. Having fresh cut flowers or blooming...
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A Man Made From Straw Driving by Tumbledown Farms, in New Hampshire, I spotted this man made out of hay, and of course had to turn around and snap a picture for you. What a clever way to make a scarecrow or perhaps a farmer to welcome patrons to Tumbledown.
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