My mind is on Iceland

I haven’t been fulfilling my Iceland tale project, but Iceland has been following me.  I turn on the radio for the first time in a week and they’re just about to interview an Icelandic archeologist  who has isolated a piece of genetic info that, incidentally, may have come from Newfoundland.  The tires I want are “Icelanders”.  Iceland Moss is first element of a herbal mixture I’m supposed to take.  All of a sudden, runes are popping up in my life everywhere (again).Our photos from Iceland that are cycling on my desktop continue to take my breath away, and bring me right back, to the sun warmed sand on Hornstandir; the magic of the moon over Snæfellsjökull.  Although it was only a few months ago, it seems like a dream far removed from my daily life, yet it is vivid and present.  Every day I smile at something that happened there, and I can’t wait to write about it (however, even one day at a time, it is so big a project that it’s still daunting).Can’t wait to go back.