Dear Life, When you move from a 1400 sq. foot loft into an adobe “jewel box” you quickly discover YIKES! I have too much stuff. I’m in new place with boxes and bins up to chin. My helping posse, that I’m so grateful for, will be here today to help unpack and make a run to storage with that which does not fit. Watching Brain and Bill put on my bed’s “dust ruffle” was hilarious. You guys are the best AND learning new skills! Netflix worthy.
I fit snugly into my beautiful bed last night and slept 7 blissful hours.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

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Dear Life, Took this photo on my early evening walk around the Loft complex. I’ve seen it turn color daily. Tomorrow, I begin to walk a new neighborhood, discovering new trees, sights, friends, life. Today, finish up the personal packing, go to new apartment and turn on the heat. Mercury falling. And I’m seeing the colors of life change. New Beginnings. New Blood. Thank you to all who donate your blood and time to help me.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Woke to clouds peeking in on me through skylights. Bare walls, save for a few photos over my desk, stared at me. On Tuesday, the movers will be here and furniture transported. Yesterday, I stood in the new apartment with three friends and felt joy well up within and pour out in tears. An empty apartment needs the love of friends to fill it up to make it feel like “home”. I feel better about moving. My body feels better after Friday’s blood transfusion. And the drive to Galisteo late afternoon to see the beauty was refreshing. I feel ready for today. Lean In.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, This photo I took in 2019 popped up on my phone yesterday as everything I own was going into boxes and bins. AH HAH moment. There is more to life than moving and cancer and worrying about it all. There are beautiful landscapes to be discovered and seen in this beautiful state of in-between. I’m going to take a drive to Galisteo to see the cottonwood trees turning gold and the clouds kissing the glorious land.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Since 7:30am, I’ve been tucked into a curtained cubicle receiving 2 units of blood. Infusion takes 5-6 hours. Yesterday I received a white cell stimulation injection in my belly at the Cancer Center. I need these treatments to help falling blood counts. My body is unfortunately not holding onto or multiplying blood cells and platelets. Not good news. Please keep the prayers coming. I really do feel your positive intentions mentally, emotionally and spiritually… and that helps heal my body. Acceptance is key.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Honey bees love the hive. Trees need their roots. Pamela Rose is lifting up roots after three years to plant new seeds. I’m moving from “the nest” to “the jewel box”. I’m in awe of my life force as I honor the severity of my health issues. Friends are showing up to do what my body cannot. We are a tribe who “walk our talk” and help others. Blood work and doctor visit today. Fuel tank feels low but not empty. We’ll see what’s happening on the inside while Grace carries me through this day.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, As I prepare to move, I am clarifying core needs, values and goals: Cozy home to support health, love, wholeness, and beauty; Studio for producing books with writing plus images, including Love Letters to Life; Eat-in Kitchen for nutritious, yummy meals, enjoyed solo and with friends; Living room for reading and watching mindful and mindless WiFi TV; Portal with cafe table to sit outdoors, watch clouds, and hear birds and children playing. There’s a grammar school in the neighborhood. New Life.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Yesterday friends packed books and art. Disassembling a home is sad and unnerving. I’ll be my new place in 10 days. This is the “in-between”. Living in boxes and packing supplies. Sorting through the housewares, clothes, office and art supplies. All the phone calls and planning must be done. I feel the tension in my compromised body within an hour of waking. A moment at a time with help, this is happening. Big breath in and out. Thank you friends who are helping.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, Yes, it’s come to the mundane subject of sensitive digestive system! When an Atomic Bomb, i.e. intense chemo, gets exploded in your body, you can expect fallout for months. My tastebuds, said, “I love Indian Food. Chicken Korma with Naan”. So gulp, gulp, gulp, yum, yum, yum, sleep, sleep, sleep until 2:00am when my stomach said,
“What the F . . K!”
Eat, Live and Learn. I have an Indian Food hangover today. Please pass the Apple Sauce.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose