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


From the Editor

January 3, 2014

  Another Wish for a Happy New Year I ushered the New Year in by hauling several plastic containers of collectible ephemera into the library, with the goal of bringing order back to my disheveled life, in the new house. As I started to go through the first container, I ran across a slew...
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In the Garden

January 1, 2014

  Snowy Branches Right after a snow storm, there is a beauty, which even a sun lover, like me, cannot deny. These snow laden branches are stark, but lovely. A world defined by black and white, but covered in grey. There is an arresting silence, after a snow storm. Sleeping beauty.
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Poet’s Corner

January 1, 2014

Shelter   It is crooked and not at all attractive dull in color and design built by that not so kind man who was proud of his creation because he was able to pick who may come to feast I had thoughts of tearing it down replacing it with a work of art or...
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Art

December 29, 2013

To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Farm House at the Entrance of the Wood by Rosa Bonheur   I am not normally drawn to landscapes without people or at the very least animals, but this painting pulled me in,...
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A View from the Road

December 29, 2013

A Pioneer Woman with Plow     I fell instantly in love with her!  Driving down the highway in Wyoming, this immense sculpture caught my eye, and demanded that I pull over to take a closer look.  I could not find the name of the artist or of the subject, but it was truly...
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In the Wild!

December 27, 2013

A Very Happy Family For about a week, we stayed at a hotel in Jacksonville, Florida, where every morning and evening we witnessed this happy family of geese going about their lives.  It was so delightful to see others stopping to snap a few pictures and marvel at the beauty of nature, without anyone...
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From the Editor

December 27, 2013

  I Hope You Had a Merry Christmas Christmas is normally my favorite holiday; and a time of year when I shift into automatic gear.  This year, automatic gear did not work. For the previous ten to twelve years, this time of year meant a trip north, for Thanksgiving, with stops along the way,...
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In the Garden

December 17, 2013

An Exacting Price   I started my day with a walk around the woods, after a light dusting of snow; I photographed animal tracks and guessed that we had been visited by deer, squirrels, raccoons, and perhaps a few bunnies, but I am merely guessing.  I stopped at Joan Hayden’s table and benches, and...
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Poet’s Corner

December 10, 2013

 Happy New Year!  Merry Christmas!  Happy Birthday!   Happy New Year! Merry Christmas! Happy Birthday!   What are we celebrating today? A beginning or an end? Is there a difference? Does it matter? Are we just marking time, between yesterday and today, and somehow hopping that it matters?   Happy New Year! Merry Christmas!...
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Food

December 10, 2013

Red Chili Sauce     This sauce is the base for everything wonderful, in terms of Mexican food, or  at least for a lot wonderful, in terms of Mexican food. After the people, what I miss most about California is the great Mexican food. When we lived there, I rarely made Mexican food, as...
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