I am not a big fan of loose ends.
I like things “complete,” tidy. I like the energy tucked in and breathing steadily, resting.
I believe in the power of “Completing our Incompletes,” making room for our next creation, free from wayward crumbs and gritty bits.
And I live in a country where I am noticing that loose ends tend to sprout easily.
This morning it comes to my attention that in the last few weeks a small bundle of them has started to make an itchy nest.
My immigration papers.
Over the course of several months, I have gathered many documents, flown to the US to meet with the Mexican consulate. I then came back to Mexico where I gathered more documents and spent a whole day at the immigration office. Minutes before closing, I was told to return in three weeks to pick up my residency card.
My yearly car registration.
I waited in line, filled out papers on line, printed them, walked to the store to pay the fee, was told that the new plates would be delivered to my home eventually.
My land contract.
Countless exchanges with the lawyer, several switched appointment times, almost two hours around a big table with all parties exchanging pleasantries, many colorful pesos passed across the large table - then told to come back and pick up the contract when I got a call in a couple of days. That was almost two weeks ago.
So now, because that’s about the only thing I can do, I breathe through it all, keeping a tidy folder of Incompletes and learning a new layer of Trusting.
And I go to the beach.
SCARED OF THE SACRED