Dear Life, I told myself “7 days of rest is plenty” to feel better. The cold/flu said “sorry but I want to keep sleeping”. Another 7 days of rest was needed. The fatigue and cold symptoms are lifting. Friday, I cancelled a trip east to be with my daughter. Today, I will go to the studio, conscious of my body. Easy Does It.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Collage 01.17.2026
Dear Life, Today I can go to work at the campus studio. My body has rested and is healing after 7 days of quiet. Time to re-enter the world, listen to my muse, and create some art. No big expectations. Small notes. Movement. Grateful to feel everything. What a week.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Collage 01.17.2026
Dear Life, I have a whopper cold since Wednesday. Laying around with a congested head, body aches and fatigue. No energy to work in home studio. No going to campus and new class today. I go from bed to the couch back to bed. Watching The West Wing and thankful for 7 seasons. I wish Martin Sheen was our president.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Watercolor 01.15.2026
Dear Life, When the noise in your head is louder than the world, you know it’s time to turn down the volume. This is a prime reason for sitting down in the studio, pulling out the watercolors, and taking a breath with a brush. Shut off, reboot, refresh and return to life with a quiet mind.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Watercolor 01.15.2026
Dear Life, Anniversaries can amplify a backwash of emotions. I ask, “What are these feelings and where are they coming from?” Thoughts flow in, like fluid moving backward. Ah Hah! December 2019, sitting alone in the parking lot of the Cancer Center with the realization that I might have cancer flooded the car with tears. I was diagnosed two weeks later. Our tears flow through the body of every cancer patient, moving us from diagnosis to being here today. I am with you. You are not alone.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Watercolor 01.08.2026
Dear Life, Today is the 6th anniversary of two events that changed my life: At 2:30pm, I was diagnosed with Aggressive Diffuse Large B Cell Lymphoma. At 10:00pm, I read an email from the daughter I released 50 years ago, wanting to connect with me. Mother-love surged through me, giving the strength and perseverance to live in and through the years of treatment while building a loving relationship with Tracy, my daughter. There are miracles. Don’t quit before they happen.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, My sane days are when I stop frothing a head full of worry. Simply live in the moment, conscious of where my feet are, focus on the task at hand, and be kind. I am then happy making a simple watercolor, eating a good meal, walking in fresh air and sharing a smile. The world needs us sane.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Watercolor 01.07.2026
Dear Life, I am person who believes in the deep, abiding love within me, guiding my steps, moving me forward and, hopefully, contributing to others. Creative energy, expressed through my words, images, art, and actions, helps me to rise and meet the day. May you feel your heart of love and let it help. In this way, darkness lifts and a light of hope shines.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Metallic Painting 01.06.2026
Dear Life, Woke pre-dawn to a world veiled in haze and snow. Beautiful. I prayed to have my fear lifted so I may feel faith and believe in a better day, a promising future, for myself, for the country, for the world. After tumbling through years of cancer treatment, it is a blessing to land upright and on my feet. I still have emotional jet lag. I need the collective positive energy of community to have hope. We can do together what we cannot do alone. We can land on our feet even in the haze.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Watercolor 01.06.2026
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