Dear Life, Up at sunrise to be on early flight to Phoenix where I will visit childhood friend, Esther Kelbaugh, for the weekend. We will enjoy walking and talking, eating and shopping, and dancing with Sting at his concert Sunday. I smile and flow with the joy of living!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, My oncologist warned me that he didn’t think the PetScan report would be good. The radiologist had not called. I waited 10 minutes that felt like an eternity while the doctor spoke to radiology. “Your PetScan report is good. I am surprised.” Tears brimmed my eyes in joy. I’ve had no chemo drugs for 8 months. This is unusual for a Diffused Large B-Cell Lymphoma patient. Treatment started in 2020 and has been non-stop until August 2024. I knew my body needed time to heal in order to continue treatments so I asked for a break from “heavy toxins” having had Stem Cell replacement, clinical trials, chemo, immunotherapy and more. My body is regenerating and renewing. Consensus is: “It is shocking”. I think it is another miracle! Grateful and in joy.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Ink on Yupo Paper 03.10.2025
Dear Life, Life is mysterious, the comings and goings of daily life happening while another “reality” plays within me. I am deeply moved by a “beaming face” in my dream that inspires me to awake with joy and gratitude. The flickering of candlelight and a familiar song plays lifting my spirit while I unwrap a gift, “Love Poems From God”. That’s spot-on in my wheelhouse where books and art are my companions. Thank you for the gifts of mystery and meaning-making moments.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Collage 12.28.2024
Dear Life, When the paint serves up pastels, my art critic shakes her head and sneers, “Really?” Why such a reaction? I spoke back to the inner critic, “This is how my spirit moves me.” Let my joy and peace be felt amidst the grief of loss, the turmoil of world events, the upside-down political climate, the challenge of cancer. Let my heart feel my deceased mother tapping me on my shoulder and hear her whisper, “I love this painting”. I will bring this painting home, hang it, and call it, Rosie. Missing you, Mom, during this season.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Acrylic and Collage Painting 30″x22″ 11.21.2024
Dear Life, We are entering the season of holidays. I enjoy this time of year, the gatherings, festivities, displays of lights and big bouncing Santas and decorations beginning to show up everywhere. These are outward signs of people sharing their gratitude, joy, and hope. I am conscious that we bear the challenges of living. I am grateful that when we come together in community, we lighten the weight of our individual burdens. Spirit connection leads to love and love is greater than darkness. Lean into the light of love with me today.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
30″x22″ Painting and Collage 11.18.2024
Dear Life, DO YOU FEEL THAT BLUE CIRCLE OF HOPE?
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, I woke, shuffled into the kitchen, pushed the coffee pot button, and thought, “Where’s Tracy?” After 10 days of companionship, I miss the energizer-bunny greeting me with a big smile each morning. Good-natured, bright light, super smart, easy to be with, adventurous, fun, and beautiful. All this and more. I am deeply grateful for every minute we shared. Thank you.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Mural at Jemez Springs Visitor Center 10.25.2024
Dear Life, The excitement and activity of Tracy’s visit overwhelmed my body. Yesterday, I needed many hours of sleep. Woke feeling refreshed. I’ll go to the studio this morning while Tracy works remotely. This afternoon we will drive the High Road to visit friends in Nambe and Truchas. The pleasure of having dear ones meet fills my heart with joy. This time of year is beautiful with the clear light and changing colors of autumn. I am grateful for the new experiences of life and love each moment.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Watercolor on Paper
Dear Life, Tracy, my daughter, and I are having fun with friends, hanging at home, riding around in the car, getting lost in minerals and crystals at The Ark, drinking Mexican Hot Chocolate at Kakawa, and being silly at breakfast discussing “hot men” (excuse us for our digression). Today Tracy meets a friend in ABQ and Sunday morning runs a half-marathon. I’m putting a request into the weather Gods to lighten up on the storm fronts. Major wind, rain, hail, snow up north, thunder and lightening. This is what loving each other looks like.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Pamela Rose Markoya 