![]() More than half a century later, the wind again sways her branches and one of her leaves falls in 2014, twirling like a Sky Dancer, landing flatly on my head. Then, in 1959, as winter drew to an end she was here still to feel the rumbling of a tank shake her roots to usher in spring and a new hope for her land. As times changed, though, she witnessed the plight of the Cuban people under a dictatorship and felt the mumblings of revolution brush through her leaves. She felt the breeze of independence and briefly felt it taken away from her. Becoming resilient and strong, prosperous and wealthy, devout and ideological-she soon had a home overlooking churches and plazas, statues and mansions that rivaled those of Europe. And as she reached toward the heavens, so did a city. She provided shade for the first mass and bestowed a breeze for the first council meeting. The land was claimed, right beside her growing roots, as San Cristóbal de la Habana. It was here too, though a little older now, in 1519 when the Spanish first established a settlement. It was here, though it was very young, when the Taíno people would worship, venerate, and respect her as Ancient Mother. ![]() In old Havana there is a tree that’s said to be older than the city itself.
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