After 14 years in Florida there is one thing that strikes me almost every day. And it is a silly thing. You can’t get cold water from the tap. The water is always tepid, even when it is relatively cold. Now northerners don’t laugh, I said relatively cold.
And in an odd way, the part of Florida I live in is kind of tepid too. There is great beauty, in the ocean, the waterways, the sunsets, the sky, the flowers. But it is a lazy kind of place, it is not busy. It is a place where people move slowly, especially in the summer. It is a place of simple pleasures and , to be honest, many things I am not interested in to varying degrees.
I am very lucky, I have been able to find and indulge my passions here; somewhat. While my access to live music of some of the kinds I enjoy is very limited, I have found wonderful people to make music with. I have to admit, it took ten years or so. I have been able to work on writing, although consistency is still a bitch. I have been able to teach, which I dearly love. And so, I have my passions, despite my tepid water.
But I have now learned that it is possible to have passions, but no passion. And so it is. The indulging of my passions is sometimes serious work here in this tepid place. I travel, I invite people for meals, I support the symphony society, and so on and so forth. But I can’t drop in to a place with folk music, I can’t walk to a market or see musicians on the street. I can’t even go to Trader Joe’s without a significant drive.
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