The streets of Havana are alive today; on Havana Day, my first Havana day. Almost a year I have been here. Nothing to do. I can't believe there is nothing for me to do. I go the the Library to read and to write. Write about good things I have seen over the past year. Not about bad things and most important thing of all, I don't give up, keep move forward and don't look back. I am thankful, too, for the many Blessings I have received in being here in Havana; a Lovely town in the North of Florida.
I walk to the Library on Saturday when the weather is bright and beautiful; like it is today. I am surrounded on my walks by Havana and it's austere beauty. I see more of the things I miss, on foot, than I do driving through. Havana was once a farm to market town that depended on the tobacco grown here to support the economy. Now there is no tobacco grown here. The old tobacco barns are used to sell other things. Havana is thriving any way it can, the same way we all have to do at times. A few days a year the town shuts down a few main streets and bands play, markets form in the streets and by advertisement, the town comes out to meet one another and others who wander through. That's what I like about the new town I live in; it comes out. The Others come from Tallahassee, Thomasville and Bainbridge to join us and we meet there on those closed off streets to celebrate days like these. Too beautiful to be inside I tell the girls, lets take the Library out, into the park for the day and set up under live oaks and read to the little ones who wonder by for a break. We will invite them to the Library for summer reading and all summer long have them there. The girls smile and promise that one of these days we will.
What a surprise and delight, days like these. On my way back to the house, I will walk back through Havana and linger longer. I will look for the man who sells the local honey and I will buy all that I can afford. I eat locally grown honey every day. I Love the way it makes me feel. My heart is with the bees. I also hope to find a garden near by. I Love sharing things I grow with community gardeners. I would grow more, but resources are very limited. I know Havana has a Community Garden and a Garden Club. Maybe today's the day we all connect. Maybe today is the day I find something more to do. Maybe today...
She says I can't bookend things like this Blogger Post or those Journal entries that I try to label as Poems. She being that one I live with who's suppose to be my first reader and editor. Who is supposed to encourage my writing. Being my Muse is not for her; she says. Resentment crept in at some point and now I can't count on her. That's too bad, because she's close by and it would be better for me to live in a nurturing environment. I suppose that's my own fault. I do not encourage her either. Another sad environment for us to live in. I came here hoping we would compliment one another and that both our musings would flourish. I have nothing better to so, so I muse often and when I do, I cause resentment. That's too sad for contemplation, but I do and it makes me, like I said, very sad. Maybe the walk through Havana will cure the blues. On a Day Like this, that would be easy to do. Peace&Love!
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