A Storybook Send Off!

What a day to have as our 'last' day on Bowen before we fly out to Accra tomorrow!

Bowfest was amazing. All three of us must have received our entire populations worth of hugs, blessings, well wishes, amazement and a few tears.

And we were glad to have not disappeared for today. Finn was in the parade (I cried! Well, I tend to do that at parades) and he was absolutely amazing. Had a major wipe out on the big hill just as they were starting out, but he focused in on his indomitable spirit, and got right backup with his Tae-Kwon-Do Troupe. They were amazing. For those of you who haven't witnessed JP on rollerskates, rousing up the crowd before citizen of the year passes by, then I assure you, you have missed a cultural phenomenon on Bowen Island!

So now is the time where I start unpacking to make sure that I packed everything. Where, instead of printing tickets and organizing my carry on I am ignoring that I have at least three hours of hard core focusing ahead of me, and that it is already 9 pm, that time is actually running a little short.

No. Instead I will finish up this note to you all, and maybe convince Michael to throw caution to the wind and join us tomorrow.

Wish me luck on the packing!

Departure is... imminent?

Wow! And to think that, according to legend, bureaucracy on the African continent can be challenging to even those possessing the patience of, well, Job.

With two set of tickets booked (then canceled. I'm still here, afterall); with the Canadian High Commission and Canadian Citizenship and Immigration draaaagggggiiinnnngggg their heels on whether or not they agree that Michael and I are in fact Canadian citizens, the nightmare of actually getting OUT of Canada has proven to be an uphill struggle.

Ghana could prove to be a cake walk at this point.

Or not.

People keep asking me how I see myself in Ghana. What is the vision that I have when I close my eyes and dream about holding Danal and Dawen for the first time? When I snap those first few photos of Finn adoring his baby brothers?

I can tell you honestly that I have no such vision. That I have not had any time to even imagine what our life in Ghana looks like is one factor for sure. Wrestle that up against my pragmaticism, and a vision of how the next two months look like is just not part of my frame of reference.

For the very first time in my life, I am truly working with the vibration of the present. No expectations = no dashed hopes. For all of the stress, it is an incredibly pleasant way to exist in the day to day.

But don't you worry. Once I'm home, I'm sure to get back on the path of hammering square pegs into round holes, which has become a forte of mine, and there is poetry in such bashing around and making things work.

Hmm... I'm fibbing a bit here. I am wondering how on earth living without Michael is going to work. What does THAT look like? I am trying to picture that in an attempt to come up with some solutions before we leave.

Any ideas?