Dear Life, Days are turning into weeks in bed. The combination of surgery, cancer treatment, low blood counts, and little appetite have crushed my body. My Spirit knows “I am me” but little else in me identifies with the state I am in. Vitality feels like a distant dream. Here is one of my paintings: a spiritual broom preparing my body for Spring. New bird songs arrive each day.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

White Acrylic on Black Canvas