It's been a long time...

... since I posted, or even since I visited blogland. I returned from Britain almost two weeks ago, yet have not felt moved to stop by, and am not sure why, but finally here I am.

Haven't written much either, too many experiences rumbling around in my head. And not a lot of quiet time. Or maybe too much. And it's damn hot!!

I want to write about a conversation I had with an old friend, wherein we each discovered something new about our relationship in high school. I want to write about my mother, older, more confused, almost completely immobile. I want to write about how I feel I no longer belong in the country of my birth. I want to write about my summer and my joy at returning to my home in the US.

There are days when the words just flow. There are others (such as now) when they desert me and I feel like I am walking through a sterile tundra, searching in vain for some sign of fertility. It's a mindset, I think. Even now, as I write about it, I feel some loosening. This is a good thing. I think that maybe up ahead there is some greenery, and I want to investigate. I'm off, and hope to return soon with something more than these vague meanderings.