Dear Life, I am happy for the snow in Santa Fe. We have been in a drought so need every inch of precipitation. While it snowed, I walked to a nearby store. Bought a Spring denim dress and sunglasses. Retail Winter Therapy. I am ready!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, I am grateful to the author Gabrielle Glaser, American Baby: A Mother, a Child, and the Shadow History of Adoption. My daughter and I will be reading the book together as a way to understand the system that both helped when we were young but prevented us from meeting for over 30 years when we were adults.
Courage to come out of the shadows.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Woke up to a white wonderland. Snow Day. That means happily staying in bed, drinking coffee, writing, reading, and enjoying winter from inside. I am grateful to be moving out of the cultural shadow of being a “birth-mother”. Today, I am living in the light of love. Connecting with my daughter is a miracle.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, My daughter sent me a bucket full of roses for Valentine’s Day. Thank You. On January 14th, 2020, hours after I was diagnosed with Lymphoma, the daughter I had released for adoption 51 years ago, connected with me through Ancestry.com. I believe in miracles. I believe in love. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, I am on the construction road to building a new web site. I am learning sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but we are in progress and moving forward.
God Speed!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
I am working on this site to present a new platform for my Love Letters to Life.
Since 2018, on a daily basis, I have written a Love Letter to Life and posted an image with it on social media.
2021 is the year for a new presence. Stay tuned and join me… coming soon!
In this past year, I have moved twice, seen the light of the “other side” during a health crisis (a near death experience) requiring much rest and healing to recover. I worked in the studio as best I could. And traveled to NYC, CT, Costa Rica and Eastern Europe with my sister to write and celebrate her birthday. Today, I sit quietly in my loft and consider, what do I want to do here, on this web site and blog. I post images on Instagram and a Love Letter to Life on Facebook . This site needs improvement and refreshing.
An inquiry.
It has been a month since I starting living in a new loft. I moved my stuff here in June then left for an extended visit back east… NYC, CT, Maine and the Hudson Valley. I did want to come “home” because I knew I would have to face what I am in now… the unsettling of getting settled into a new living and work space. I am an artist. My studio is as important to me as my living space… and now they are one.
I lie in bed, look across the room and see the work table, paintings, books, art supplies… I sit at the work table, look across the room and see the bed.
They talk to one another… the work table and the bed. The bed says to the table…”come here and take a nap… you deserve it. this moving business is exhausting”…
The work table says to the bed “as inviting and beautiful as you look I am staying here on this side of the room and working”.
This conversation goes on and on throughout the day and evening with variations and flirting. The bed uses every enticement to get the work table’s attention. The work table exercises discipline and focus as best can… while keeping a reasonable and loving relationship to the bed.
It is a new relationship so right now it’s effortless for them to show one another their best selves… and to laugh and mingle and gaze with affection.
Yes it’s love and it’s looking pretty promising… new love.
Winter Light Touches Me
Softly Each Morning
As I Awaken
To Winter
Light
