Dear Life, My road trip is now officially name “The Treasure Trip”. I am happily meeting people as I travel through cities and towns. Some are friends and family but many are new “treasures”. I tell them I am on a summer road trip. They beam when I ask “Can I take a photo? You are a treasure”. Making memorable moments for myself and others sharing the love.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, I am in Annapolis, Maryland visiting a friend for the weekend. After eating Green Curry deliciousness at Morgan’s kitchen table, we toured the historic downtown and harbor. Woke reflecting upon Amelia Island. Pictured here are the owners, Nino and Todd Alexander, Atlantic Contemporary Gallery in downtown Amelia. Loved being in their space while talking about art, music and life. My road trip is an abundant treasure chest of people and places. I am grateful for it all. Today I also honor and bless all the good people who serve as “fathers”.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
The Gang at Atlantic Contemporary Gallery, Amelia Island, FL
Dear Life, Today I head north to Fayetteville then tomorrow Annapolis where I will visit a friend. Sadly must leave Amelia Island where my body rested and rejuvenated. The beaches are beautiful and “salt water cures everything”. I feel it and I will be back. White Angel, my great car, is my “summer clothes closet”. Get it packed. I’ll take one more walk by the ocean and say, Thank You. My other White Angel, Mom’s prayer card, guides me with protection and love.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, From the ocean shoreline to the dinner table with friends, I thoroughly enjoyed my first “Strawberry” Moon on Amelia Island. So much fun with Chris and Elaine, family and friends. Grateful for another day to put my feet into the ocean and have new experiences of life and love!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Where am I headed? Simply, to this… being in the oceanic wave of life. Thank you.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Yesterday I ate lunch looking over the ocean then went to Boneyard Beach. The hurricanes have uprooted trees, leaving them to be weathered. The heat and humidity by noon is unforgiving. My body needs AC. Walked through a country store then made a quick stop for groceries. I was a couch potato for the afternoon, much needed after the days of travel. Last night went to a 12-step clubhouse. I am grateful to have recovery community wherever I go. After meeting, I walked through the lovely downtown streets enjoying the people and shops. This morning, I am taking my sand chair to a beach near the house. Agenda: swim in the ocean!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Rolled another 500 miles from Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico and into Tallahassee, FL. Stopped in Mobile Alabama on the gulf for local food at Felix’s Fish Camp and Restaurant. Everyone is welcoming and all smiles when I tell them I am on an epic road trip. Today I reach Amelia Island to be with family friends and put my feet into the Atlantic Ocean. Living the dream and riding the wave of love!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Two days of travel, a thousand miles rolled under the wheels of White Angel from Santa Fe, NM to Wichita Falls, TX where I slept one night and woke to an epic thunderstorm. Fortunately, it cleared by 10:00am. Got back on the road and out of TX, through Louisiana and into Vicksburg, MI. I chose a hotel on the banks of the Mississippi River. This officially marks crossing from the west into the east. Today I travel southeast to the Gulf of Mexico and to the northwest of Florida. Tomorrow I reach my first destination, Amelia Island, FL. Loving Life!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Dear Life, Today I start my summer road trip that will take me east across the country to the Atlantic ocean and north to NY, CT, Maine and beyond. I am feeling excited. My bags are packed and ready to be put into White Angel. I have an art kit and journals to maintain my daily practices of painting and writing. The road calls and my Spirit is happy to answer YES. Here we go. You, my dear friends, are with me!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose
Pamela Rose Markoya 