Dear Life, There’s a lot going on inside of me. Acceptance is key to inner peace and a fulfilling life regardless of circumstances. Sounds impossible, I know for anyone, especially when grief, loss, health or financial problems loom, but it’s not impossible. I have come to know peace when I don’t judge; neither good nor bad; this is. No dangling modifiers like “this sucks”. Although, it’s been said, cancer sucks.
Learning a lot in the School of “This is” Living.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Less is more today. Grateful to wake up, be alive, sober, and be loved. Love right back at you.
Yours Truly Pamela Rose

Dear Life, I immersed myself in a collage that had many elements. Adding more images felt better as each piece fell into place. Life is like that, too. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Letting people, places and things come and go makes a difference at the table. The unexpected happens. I’ve been feeling physically good then had a night of uncomfortable symptoms that reminds me, I’m still very much healing. I have to bring care and concern, love and compassion to myself every morning. Then to others. Health first.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, These are two studio tables set up squarely in middle of front room. Nice light, space to move around and do table projects. I’ve been collaging. Projects are percolating. It’s wonderful to be living in a central downtown location. Robert Stivers, friend and photographer, stopped by with a roasted chicken. We sat at the kitchen table for an hour discussing new studios, art, and life. There is a long tradition of artists hanging out together in studios and at kitchen tables. Long live the eat-in kitchen and home art studio. Long Live Me!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, I loved brightly colored, wooden, building blocks as a child (pre-legos). Captured my imagination and kept my hands busy, important for a girl who is a Gemini. I also love old printing presses that used blocks like these. Found this image in a magazine. The green heart represents life and healing and love. Green Satin and Red Sequins. Look for the Sparkles In Life. Often, we glimpse them out of the periphery of the eye but today, pause, turn and look with Eyes Of Curiosity and Love. See how Life lights up each Sparkle.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, I walk out my door and see this: tree-lined residential neighborhood and a school park. Also a church and dirt lanes with small houses nestled amongst properties with trees and gardens. It’s lovely and safe. The New Mexico state capital building, fondly called “The Round House”, because it’s round, sits at the end of my street. I see it, too. My prayers for wise leadership will drop into the halls expediently. My state of mind this morning is gratitude. Thank you Higher Power for landing me here.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Setting up inside of the “jewel box” was a Rubik’s cube design project. I deftly got all three work tables, two bookcases, a stool, and two chairs into this space with reasonable ease. I fit in there, too. Helps that I lost some weight during chemo treatments! Seriously, the studio has a good flow. I’ve started collaging and writing. Typewriter ribbons ordered. The owner stopped by and exclaimed, “This is suppose to be the living room”. It is; the creative, active, LIVING room of an artist. After a good cry yesterday, letting feelings of grief and tiredness flow out, I feel passionate today. The life force is flowing through me.
Yours Truly, Pamela

Dear Life, Happy to be working in the studio. Writing projects feature prominently in my near future. I’m ordering new “ribbons” for my old Smith Corona. Enjoying a walk each day through the neighborhood; colorful leaves on the sidewalks, sound of children, a school and a church within our block. Creative, nice neighbors. Feeling my body rejuvenate and heal. I’m quarantined until immune system is normal. Grateful for friends who do errands for me. I’m probably the only person in Santa Fe who misses walking the aisles of Trader Joe’s. Enjoy this beautiful day!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Today, a friend will come to the house and set up her sewing machine on my art table to hem and back drapes for the studio windows; northwest exposure. Those of you who live in the SW high desert know we have real winters. I’m preparing. I’ve walked into the bedroom door once during the night. Learning to live with doors! The loft had only a front and bathroom door (BD always left open).
Ah, bumps in the night and so close to Halloween. BOO! I’m smiling.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose