Healing

The body is healing. The body is stronger everyday and returning to something not quite identical to prior times, but pretty dang proper. 
The mind is still healing and probably will be for a really long time. Can't quite define and quantify the exact descriptors for the experience of almost dying, but let's just say there are a lot of thoughts. 
For everyday in April I made a painting, and I'll post them as soon as I am able. 
Been having an "art temper tantrum" as of late, wanting to listen to the time and space inside my head as much as possible. The world feels loud. 
I need its loudness, but also tranquil silence and solitude. 
And people are so important, I need them also. 
Love and generosity, fierce tributes, humbling supernatural grace has only confirmed my deep beliefs that we are at our best when we can do togethering well. I was born to put pen to paper, to make colors and reach out. I'll just keep doing that for now.