Dear Life, Waking with the sun. Thinking of my older brother In St. Petersburg; no power or water but house not damaged. Many branches down. Transformer exploded last night. Hurricane Milton on a path of destruction. Climate change. Changing the planet, weather systems, and lives. My loving thoughts go out to all those touched by the “storms” of weather, cancer, and life. May they find peace and support in their time of need.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, I returned to campus studio and worked: 36″x24″ painting surged forth. The colors are washed out in photo by sunlight but you get the picture. I’ve been through a personal storm, the aftermath of emotions expressed through my work. I am in a reprieve from cancer treatment for 12 weeks to give my body time to rejuvenate. My thoughts go out to the communities and my family in the path of Hurricane Milton. May they be safe during the storm.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Acrylic on Paper 36″x24″ 10.07.2024
Dear Life, My body rhythm is on a new cycle: early to rise. The pre-dawn hours are quiet and peaceful. I meditate and journal. Enjoy looking words up in the dictionary. BRILLIANT: very bright, glittering, striking, distinctive, distinguished by unusual mental keenness or alertness – ex: a brilliant artist. I turned the bedroom light on at 5:00am. Hope my inner light shines throughout the day. Plus there is that thing called a nap. Love my new home. Love my life.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, I am seeing my way through the unpacking and there’s light at the end of the boxes/bins! I love my new place. It’s joyful. Looking forward to art shelves being installed so paintings and drawings can be displayed. I have fresh flowers in every room. I am grateful for the peace, light and love within me and around me.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, 9/4 Major Projects class started. 9/11 I was told the lymphoma is back and new treatment needs to begin. Cancer outsmarted previous drugs. 9/12 I flew to CT. 9/14 my family celebrated my mother’s life. 9/15 this photo was taken while walking near sister’s house. 9/17 I flew back to Santa Fe and tested positive for Covid. 9/19 I moved. I have been resting and unpacking. Today I have bloodwork and discuss new treatment. September was quite a month. Life is really something. I am really something else. Still standing.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
PRM in Monroe, CT 09.15.2024
Dear Life, I am quarantining due to Covid but there is plenty to do. Check out my new place! Ah, there will come a day when every box/bin is empty and everything has found its place. Fortunately the bedroom is free to flop on the bed as needed. Serene and quiet. Filled with light. A place to dream, create and live. A day at a time. Feeling grateful.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Experienced this peaceful and beautiful moment amongst the chaos of boxes and Covid: late day light, orange roses, and a tea latte in the corner of my bedroom. I spent the day resting. Woke at 2:30am, read for 30 minutes then unpacked some clothes. Fell back to sleep until 8:00am. My body rhythms are disrupted by medication and moving. I know this will pass. I am grateful to be in new home and look forward to getting things in their place and release whatever does not bring me joy. “We came to know a new peace…”
Yours Truly, Pamela
Dear Life, On 9.14.24 the funeral and luncheon for our mother, Rose Markoya, was everything she wanted and it was beautiful. In the evening, family members gathered again for a pit fire and told stories. Heartfelt and healing. I flew to Santa Fe on Tuesday not physically well and tested positive for Covid on Wednesday. Ugh! Today I move. A friend will manage the movers and I will keep my distance, pointing and saying, “That goes there”. Dear friends, send me some love and energy. Chapters are closing and beginning.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, My house is in boxes. I move 9.19. This morning, I have a campus studio visit to discuss direction of my work. This afternoon, I go over Petscan report with oncologist. This evening, I pack for trip tomorrow to attend my mother’s funeral.
Imagine a world that has solutions to live peacefully, politics that work, interventions that cure disease, people extending love to one another, plenty for everyone, a planet supported by and for all beings. I imagine this as I begin this day. Peace, Love, and Beauty.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Pamela Rose Markoya 