Love Letter to Life 08.01.2024 Summer Density

Dear Life, I returned to the studio yesterday. Sat with my work, took it down, signed each piece, and put into portfolio. Clearing the walls for new work. My body is acclimating to Santa Fe’s altitude and oral chemo meds. Next week are three days of medical appointments: Bloodwork, oncologist, infusion, and injection. Hence, I am here in NM as my mother’s body stubbornly says good-bye to this world in CT. Not an easy time. Breathe. I am experiencing the letting go process of a dying parent. In my 24 hours, along with the grief, I find moments of peace, beauty, joy, and the ongoing flow of love.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Watercolor on Yupo Paper

Love Letter to Life 07.30.2024 A Kindred Spirit

Dear Life, While traveling from Maine to CT, I stopped at a Rest Area crowded with cars and trucks. In front of the large center, Larry had a table and sign set up, “Pop-Up Book Sale”. I stood awhile watching travelers pass him by without a glance so walked up and said, “Hello, I’m Pamela and please tell me about your book”. A 30-minute heartfelt “journey” happened as we told personal stories with laughter and tears. I bought his book to share with my sister. When an “angel” smiles, notice and smile back.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Love Letter to Life 07.28.2024 Ships Crossing


Dear Life, Today I return to Santa Fe after two weeks in the East visiting family and friends. My mother is declining and family with help is caring for her. My visit included lots of storytelling, listening, and letting Mom know she is loved. Visit to Maine refreshed my spirit. As I head toward the west, I contemplate the cycles of life and death, the miracles and pains that we experience. Bittersweet.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Love Letter to Life 02.22.2021 Change Can Be Messy

Dear Life, I received an email on Saturday from my former husband acknowledging the “many glorious years” we shared. I’ve said about marriage and divorce that we had a good marriage until we didn’t. Then we moved on. The end was messy. Change usually is messy as emotions get a chiropractic adjustment into a new life. I learned to make it through the mess.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Watercolor