People who know me often ask where I’m off to next. As I wrote, I’ve always been a bit of a wanderer and after my sister’s death, I vowed to say yes to all opportunities. Plus, it’s great content for one of my real day jobs – DIVINE.ca (shameless plug for my website of course). So I was offered the chance to go on another media trip today…and of course I said yes. The catch was that I had to give an answer today because I leave next Friday. My next trip (and final travel of 2022) is to…DRUMROLL PLEASE…..
Edmonton, Alberta – YAYYAYAYAY! Could there be anything better than Edmonton in December? The sun will be shining. The birds with high fat content that were too dumb to fly south will be singing. I will be closer than I ever expected to the North Pole just in time for the holiday rush. Maybe I’ll even see the Northern Lights again?
I’m actually not going to see everything that the city of Edmonton has to offer. It’s for the Alberta Indigenous Tourism Gathering. The timing couldn’t be better (minus the winter part). I literally had a conversation with my friend Dwayne who works in BC with Indigenous youth about how I really need to learn more about the culture and history of this marginalized community. It is so much easier to learn in person speaking to people.
They have the usual packed itinerary for us which includes snow shoeing. If there are two things that I hate more than cold or snow, it’s butterflies and having nowhere to hide from insects. I had to deal with both of those issues in Miami and St. Kitts, so what’s a little more torture to liven up my life. Plus, I’ve never snow shoed before. I better not break my other ankle. My equally klutzy cousin has managed to do it on multiple occasions and has lived so he gave me some pointers. Plus he’s sending me off with his ski poles so that I don’t fall over. #grateful #blessed.
Saying yes to this made me feel so close to my late mother. I could literally hear her today saying the following words to me, as only my mother could, “Jill, what the EFF are you thinking? Are you stupid? What the EFF are you going there for. You’ll freeze” Next would be the exasperated sigh (from her), then I would say that I’m still going, and my mother would say, “Fine Jill. Do what you want, you will anyway.” Michele would defend me and then say to me privately, “Are you sure you want to do this?” This is why I miss them both. They had very different ways of showing that they cared – my mother with her very salty language and my sister who was no stranger to the Fbomb defending me while still doubting what I was doing.
BTW – even though my mother questioned some of my decisions in her own special way, there was no better mother out there. The other thing I can picture is calling her when I got home because I know that she would be worried and she would always tell me the same thing. “Oh, I was on that app tracking your flight – I knew when you landed. Did you have a good time?” That was my little Mummy – sugar and spice…and hopefully, hopefully, Edmonton will be nice.