Spending a couple of weeks in historic Lexington VA was supposed to be like an art residency. I went with the idea that I would help paint a mural in a university gallery, and perhaps focus on making some art of my own. None of this happened. In a tiny town where there is nothing much to do, my person chose to prioritize healing. My body had been quietly collapsing into itself the whole during my sickness so while I had this time, I wrestled with my joints and bones; fought the muscles, tendons, and that blasted thing called fascia. My back hurt often, but I know I am even stronger for the effort. I do stand up straighter. (My kyphosis laughs as I type that.) I could not focus enough to really create anything. My mind was also busy doing its own messy, inexplicable healing just for being in the rural east again- almost like being home. Some crying happened. I saw a lot of deer and met some lovely human people. I reunited with my brother Mike....