The Odyssey of Getting To Nova Scotia did not end at the Brooklyn Tow Pound, alas.
Aside: I tried three ways to get the document I needed from the DMV in Newfoundland to Brooklyn - in person, email and voice mail message - and in the end, they all worked. They received three copies of my registration. The system works! And extra bonus: the woman who faxed it from the voice mail message followed up with me the next day to make sure I was ok. Does it get any nicer than that? Score one for Newfoundland.
Anyway, I ended up stopped at the border for three hours while my immigration status was worked out. It was scary and I had to do some quick work to find the place where I could accept whatever happens, including losing my status as a Permanent Resident. Once I found that place, I could feel the shift all around. Never underestimate the power of subtle energy! If you think that is all woo-woo and new age-y, I am telling you that you are missing out on a lot of life. Anyway, they let me in with my status intact on "humanitarian and compassionate" grounds. Yet again, people I didn't know were going the extra mile on my behalf. May I live up to their kindnesses and generosity!
And may I look closely at why all this happened all at once at this moment in time.
The installation at the Inverness County Centre for the Arts is about half completed. I think the exhibition is going to be beautiful and provocative in the best way. Local people are getting excited about it and, I think, it is doing what we hoped it would do, which is spur a conversation about the value of handwork on many levels.
More on that soon!