Dear Life, Waiting to visit family and meet my daughter in CT; waiting for the second vaccine shot on March 30th; waiting for the results of a biopsy and prognosis; waiting for my hair to be long again; waiting for the sun to rise and this new day to surprise me with unexpected joy.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, The surgical pelvic bone biopsy on Tuesday left me quiet. Body needed rest. I will know the results next Wednesday when I see oncologist. The PET Scan reading shows lesions (cell groups) growing on my hip and shoulder bones. This waiting time requires a deeper commitment to living in the moment and being focused on life as it is today. Cloudy and cool. Creative and simple. Loving and trusting.
Thank you all for your positive and loving support.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, This Spring there will be the celebration. I will meet for the first time my daughter and grandchildren in person delayed a year due to the pandemic. Miracles happen. Life brings me to my knees. Inner strength stands up and moves me forward towards love. This is the power of Life.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, This time of year is always so curious to me. Winter makes snow for us to wake up to and the warmth of Spring sun melts everything by noon. Winter whispers “stay inside” while Spring calls “come outside”. Winter enjoys solitude but Spring is tingling with a fever and I don’t mean the second Covid vaccine! Ah, the mingling days of mid- March when Winter is dating Spring.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Received two emails inquiring “haven’t seen a love letter”. The time change has knocked me sideways and into a coma. Sleeping late. Is that snow in Santa Fe? Is the sky blue? Is the river in Chicago green? Is it Saint Patrick’s Day? Is a leprechaun serving me corn beef and cabbage in bed? Please.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, This quote was part of my morning meditation: “Security… it’s simply the recognition that change will take place and the knowledge that you’re willing to deal with whatever happens.” Changes like the clock moving forward and me still being in bed at 9:42am because my body thinks it 8:42am! Someone is a sleepy head. Love you all.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, 95% of the time, my mind is focused on living in the moment and I feel fully centered. The other 5% is a fearful scream of “What the F—!!!” I throw a few rocks into the arroyo or throw paint onto canvas. The fear passes. Usually quickly. Life is asking me to live fully, love wholly, and feel everything. I am grateful to be alive.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, There are moments when a quiet voice inside says, “This is a mindful memory”. Could be a feeling, something I see and hear that is happening in the present and pointing to the future. I pay attention to these “signposts” and remember them.
Today I make public TALL: The Afternoon Love Letters, 64 letters written in 2015. Please enjoy in WRITINGS.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, This photo was taken in a bar at the end of my drinking days. Jonathan, sitting next to me, was one of my Angels, helping me to find the road of sobriety. I called him yesterday to thank him for my life. My prayers are with him today as he undergoes exploratory surgery in CT. Now, I pray for his life.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
