Dear Life, Honey bees love the hive. Trees need their roots. Pamela Rose is lifting up roots after three years to plant new seeds. I’m moving from “the nest” to “the jewel box”. I’m in awe of my life force as I honor the severity of my health issues. Friends are showing up to do what my body cannot. We are a tribe who “walk our talk” and help others. Blood work and doctor visit today. Fuel tank feels low but not empty. We’ll see what’s happening on the inside while Grace carries me through this day.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Pamela Rose Markoya 
Our hands hold our loved one
My hands and heart feel yours. Thank you. I want to runaway from moving and come to Maine! Alas, not today! Friends will be here this afternoon to help, then off to the Cancer Center.