Dear Life, Today is my last treatment of the first year of Cancer Clinical Trail.
One more year to go. I am grateful for this miracle.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, My life was upended four years ago with health issues. In 2018, I was in the hospital 11.26 – 12.6 and had a near-death experience; leaving my body and then being breathed back. A blissful and painful day. Surgeries followed to eliminate fluids in my lungs. The beginning of a current journey. Bloodwork today. Treatment tomorrow. What is it that holds us here to this planet? A tenuous and powerful Life Force. A Mystery.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Dear Life, No matter what else you’re doing today, stop and have a Hot Cocoa. Violet and Max, I love and miss you, my sweet, great-grand niece and nephew. And get lots of whipped cream! ‘Tis the Season!
Yours Truly, Aunt Pamela Rose

Violet and Max 12.10.2022

Love Letter to Life 12.10.2022 Vision Board 2022

Dear Life, I completed my 2022 Vision Board a few days ago. It was started earlier this year on a large piece of foam core attached to my studio wall. Everyday I looked at it. Everyday I felt the images in my heart. And in some way, each day a piece of my vision showed up in my life. That feels good. 2023 is coming and with it will be a new vision board. I share my 2022 dreams, desires, and visions with you today. May they find their way into my world a day at a time. ‘Tis the Season of Completions!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Vision Board 2022

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