Dear Life, I was born with Big Eyes. Not the actual size although I do have a good set of brown lovelies placed well on my smiling face. I am talking about eyes that go beyond the horizon and see the “bird’s-eye view”. Wide-vision eyes. This means, I have an odd relationship with “size”. I perceive myself much taller than I am and therefore have to ask, “How tall are you?” Perception is everything. Taking it an inch at a time!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, In a world of Go, Go, Go… I pause to listen and look with my intuition.
Don’t worry and grow forward.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, I was “in a funk” prior to Thanksgiving. The holidays, along with concerns about health, felt weighted. So I started writing and painting the Red Heart Word Poems. Sometimes just seeing words on paper helps. It does. The veil lifted and I am feeling the HOPE of the holiday season. Making safe plans is fun: I’ll cook Challah French Toast for friends before I leave on a road trip to California. My soul is feeling joy.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Walking through the studio I said to a friend, “I’m not doing any art”. She pointed to a book on my art table and asked, “What’s that?” I opened the pages and showed her some ink and watercolor word poems. We laughed. She smiled. “That’s nothing?” No, it’s something. My hand is always moving even though my head says, “You are doing nothing”. Plight of an artist.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, I Love You.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

PRM 12.03.2022 OKM Visitor Center in Abiquiu, NM

Dear Life, My life is filled with care and support from loving people. Cancer has thrown me into new worlds and networks of hardworking medical professionals, support groups, family and friends. I was on a sidewalk and heard my voice. A friend I had not seen in years was walking towards me and enthusiastically thanked me for The Love Letters. “I read them and you inspire me.” I did not know. My Spirit knew I needed a lift. And out came Page from Wild Birds Unlimited. Thank you.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Watercolor 11.08.2022

Dear Life, A friend, Pamela Thompson (5th), sent me this photo of a group visiting Star Axis, Charles Ross’ (center) Earth Project in NM. My dear friend Virginia Dwan (2nd) has a staircase ascending behind her. We spoke often, almost daily. Our conversations ranged from the daily-ness of living to art and men and spiritual pursuits and “where do you want to go for dinner.” Laughter often sprinkled our words. She left this world in September. Missing a good friend. What’s for dinner in heaven?
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose (not wearing a hat)

Dear Life, My hair is growing. Last year at this time, I was bald and wearing a wig. This new “biker look” is in honor of my “baby” brother Dave, who has Covid and rides a Harley. Sending you lots of love and healing energy so you can be back on your feet and motorcycle. Get well soon, Bro!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

PRM 11.28.2022

Dear Life, The Holiday Season is well underway. My childhood was steeped in family traditions and celebrations. Mom, even in lean times, had a Christmas Club savings that resulted in colorfully wrapped gifts beneath the tree. Miles and years between then and now bring me to this day. What can I bring to the spirit of the season? I will begin with gratitude, the light shining on all the gifts of Life.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

PRM Lights of Christmas Past