Owls, Monkey's, and the IOW - 2nd May

     My birthday had come and gone, including tickets to a Rend Collective concert, three CD's, a song book and tickets to the Owl and Monkey Haven on the Isle of Wight. We had never been to the IOW as it is known by, but have been told by many that it is beautiful. The many are right it is beautiful. The weather was priceless, the English channel was a majestic blue and the whole experience of the ferry crossing was exhilarating. On the drive to Portsmouth we had another one of 'those' conversations.
     On the A303 only about 10 minutes from home our talk about the idea that the adoption wasn't going to happen, at least not through the agency in America surfaced again. Obviously it was on our minds and it was not the way we expected this birthday trip to center around. Going away for our birthdays seem to bring out the deep-feelings within us. This time the question that we were verbalising was 'what if', what if we never got a call, what if we could use the system here, what if we are too old to adopt, what if this and what if that.

It's not easy to hold so many questions in tension with the rest of life, it's almost as though our concerns and questions were buried just below the surface. Being there we did not have to deal with them or see them, but in reality they are there. Exposing something in the light seems to make it managable whether it's addiction, financial trouble, or in our case uncertainty and worry. The talk proved to be another helpful time to dig deep into our the thoughts and emotions, but once arriving at the port we parked our convo for the day.
   

Our time on the IOW was so much fun, the owls and monkeys were fun-loving and interesting. The IOW did not disappoint as we drove around the isle and strolled along the promenade in a beach town. We eventually left for home in the early evening and later that night recieved one of those words from God that is like a marker, a little altar built as a reminder of what God said, never to be forgotten.