One Day

This is a picture of my youngest cousin Robyn. While she is only in grade five she has been my sanity since we arrived in Calgary at 7:00 Christmas morning.

So what can I do? What am I supposed to do?? I have no idea. I am at a loss for words. I have no idea what to think, what to say, what to do, where to go, whether to suck it up or to hide under my hat.


So what am I doing? Allowing Robyn to cling to my side. We have played almost 100 games of pool in two days, darts, almost every board game in their closet, made cinnamon buns, watched Christmas movies, and coloured. We have gone for walks, sent emails, and taken Booker the Bear for a small tour of the Christmas lights.

Is that fair? No. Not at all.


However I am reminded of a song entitled "One Day I Walk" sung by the Rankin Family (written by Bruce Cockburn) where the chorus goes:

One day I'll walk in flowers

One day I'll walk on stones,

Today I'll walk in hours,

One day I shall be home.

Days spent in Calgary in a life which is not mine at the moment, pretending that everything is healthy and wonderful and I am bald by choice... are days of walking on stones. If I walk for hours, I could get away from here and return home. Hmmmm....