Writer's block

So I haven’t blogged since September 17.  I left it in Bergen, with Barb’s cousin teaching us about the native costumes of Norway.  I left it there because I do not want it to end.  The trip was so profound, so meaningful.  It fulfilled our utmost dreams.  It beat out walking on the wall in China, standing at the precipice of Niagara, gazing at the amazing specter of the Taj Mahal, sitting three rows back at 16 at Augusta, experiencing the sunrise over Everest, or staring at the ceiling in the Sistine Chapel.  How can one put this story to end?  Our children and their mates have blessed us by going with us to the soil that gave root to our family.  And they did it with such eloquent fashion, two of them announcing in our ancestral homeland that they will give birth next spring.   They eagerly took on every challenge and expense, basking in the glory of the Norway landscape and culture, and readily mixing with our cousins there.  They gush with reports of their experiences there.  And so I struggle to find words to give this trip true meaning, so deep, spiritual, and endearing it is.  So I now will try.  Soon, I hope.