Love Letter to Life 09.02.2024 Adrenaline

September 2, 2024 | Pamela Markoya

Dear Life, When the mind wakes me early, fear tells me I won’t have the energy needed for the day. It is simply not true. The mix of excitement and adrenaline kick in as I give away things and pack. Yesterday friends joined me at Condo X (yes that IS the address) and we toasted to the new place I will soon enjoy living in. A quiet beauty resides in the 12 acres of mature landscape and 70’s architecture. There is a club house with heated pool and gym.
I am swimming into my future.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Graphite Drawing 08.01.2024

Love Letter to Life 09.01.2024 Circadian Rhythm

September 1, 2024 | Pamela Markoya

Dear Life, My circadian rhythm is off. No matter how tired I am, truly exhausted, my body lays awake while my mind trips through a variety of topics: moving by 9/19, multiple oncology appointments, PetScan, cancer treatments and oral meds, mother’s death and upcoming funeral, storage needs, art class starting this week at community college that I must attend in order to keep campus studio. I know this “sleeping disturbance” will change. Acceptance and some melatonin will help.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Tempera on Paper

Love Letter to Life 08.31.2024 Up In Flames

August 31, 2024 | Pamela Markoya

Dear Life, Morning headline: “Zozobra burns in massive, joyous inferno for centennial”; filled with “gloomies” written on slips of paper placed inside the 50′ effigy. I could hear the 65,000 people, music, and loud groaning of ZoZo as he went up in flames. “Burn him, burn him”. Strange rituals we humans do have. I quietly released the current “gloomies” in my life and welcomed in love, peace, and beauty. Woke at 4:00am, thoughts immersed in packing. Yesterday I received the keys to new condo. Moving on my mind.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Acrylic & Watercolor on Paper

Love Letter to Life 08.28.2024 Mother’s Funeral, Cancer Treatments, and Moving

August 28, 2024 | Pamela Markoya

Dear Life, I signed a lease for a condo in Santa Fe. I get the keys Sep 1st. Cancer treatments and medical appointments fill the calendar until Sep11th. I fly to CT Sep 12 -17 for our mother’s funeral. Mover’s are booked for Sep 19th. Yesterday I had the thought, “I am at a breaking point”. The feeling passed. I went to bed at 9:30pm exhausted. Woke at 5:00am feeling rested. An hour at a time, life is manageable. The grief waves through me. The high tide of feelings recede. Life is a process of surfing.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

Tempera on Paper 08.27.2024

Love Letter to Life 08.22.2024 Rose Markoya 06.23.1930- 08.21.2024

August 22, 2024 | Pamela Markoya

Dear Life, My mother has passed peacefully from this world. Her large spirit touched the lives of a large family, friends, and everyone she met. A few weeks ago while I visited, she told stories with flourishing detail. “The Hungarian Tank” rolled with determination, stubbornness, and a heart that wanted a better life for her children, grandchildren, and neighbors. She was quick to put a homemade meal on the table and give leftovers to everyone. Rosie, you are the Queen forever now.

Yours Truly, Pamela Rose