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


Art

May 10, 2014

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Mother and Child by Pablo Picasso In honor of Mother’s and their Day, I offer you a look at Pablo Picasso’s Mother and Child, painted in 1921; and reflecting the impregnable bond between...
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Poet’s Corner

May 4, 2014

Are you in love with me?   There is only one question left. Do you love me? No, that is the wrong question. Are you in love with me? You either are or are not. It is not that complicated. A simple yes or no will do. I know, you do not want to...
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In the Garden

April 23, 2014

Bromeliads in Bloom! I know, it looks like an ordinary plant. But when burst forward . . . oh my! This is why we keep bromeliads. Such striking color! All they require is water in their crowns, truly. A favorite in my garden and home.
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A View from the Road

April 20, 2014

  A Frozen Lake Erie!
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Food

April 13, 2014

Mushrooms     Sautéed Mushrooms This is one of my most favorite dishes, in the entire world; I can literally eat them alone, but add a slice or two of French bread, and couple slices of fresh tomatoes, and for me it is a perfect meal. You can also add these to sautéed spinach...
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Art

April 11, 2014

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Under the Pandanus by Paul Gauguin Perhaps merely the effects of an endless winter, but I so long to be the woman, in blue, slightly to the left, in this cornucopia of color,...
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In the Wild!

April 7, 2014

Grazing Sheep   There is something about grazing sheep which I find very peaceful; these I happened upon in southern Maine, enjoying the summer, without a care in the world.
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Public Square

April 7, 2014

     Studio B Nashville   Unplanned stops are always my favorites, I have no idea what I was driving around Nashville looking for, when I spied the RCA Victor sign; and decided to pull over and investigate, this rather unassuming building, located at 222 Fifth Avenue South, on Music Row. ~M~   I am...
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Poet’s Corner

April 7, 2014

Would anyone miss me if I were gone?   Would anyone miss me if I were gone? It does not seem that they would. I am not sure anyone even knows that I am here, or was ever here. I often think it is time to go, that I have outlived whatever usefulness I...
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Poet’s Corner

March 27, 2014

All the Kings Men   I wake up in the morning, and for a brief second I have forgotten; I inhale, look around at what was once my life, everything looks the same, but nothing is as it was, and I remember.   When you were all that I had, you decided to leave...
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