www.tyleroaks.com March Newsletter
Friends and Mystery Lovers,
I know it’s still early in the year but my birthday month always breathes spring to me. Everything is spiked with yellow: blooming acacia trees, the dormant vineyards bright with mustard, daffodils popping up along roadsides. Yellow to the core, March fills me with hope as I get glimpses of sunny days in the midst of storms.
As I’m about to turn the big three zero I’m reminded of a paper I had to write in high school describing what my life would be like at this age. I remember imagining myself living in Paris as a translator and somehow a guy named Eric was involved… As I’ve thought about this it has been strangely beautiful to realize that I cannot plan out my life. While each day does shape the next, the sum total of all I really ever have is one, this moment to choose what happens next. I don’t know where I’ll wake up at forty but I look forward to where the next ten years will take me.
I’ve been reminded of what a gift each day really is. I’m grieving the tragic death of one of my favorite artists, Thomas Pradzynski, who was fatally attacked on the streets of Paris. Perhaps you recall the photo I sent out of him and me in front of one of his Venetian masterpieces in the Carmel gallery a few months ago. I feel horror that senseless humanity destroyed the hands and life of this brilliant man. Comfort is found in his life, that he did what he loved, that he imparted his gift to others, that he touched so many lives because of the unique way he saw the world and painted it.
Thank you for letting me share my creations, the worlds of my writing, with you. On my recent book signing trip to Southern California I was touched by so many people. Strangers welcomed me and asked me over and over about my work and I started feeling like maybe if we all wore flip flops more often and spent extra time at the beach the world would be filled with much nicer people. I got to spend one whole day alone, slowly driving down the 101 between Oceanside and La Jolla, stopping at whatever beaches I wanted. I literally walked along the shore for hours, watching the surfers while writing a good portion of the book I’m working on in my head.
I’ll be adding some additional events in the next couple months but here are a few coming up. I would love to see you if you’ll be nearby. Thank you again to Modesto for your support. It was great to sign again at Borders Modesto and see everyone who came.
Saturday, March 8, 2008, 2pm
I know it’s still early in the year but my birthday month always breathes spring to me. Everything is spiked with yellow: blooming acacia trees, the dormant vineyards bright with mustard, daffodils popping up along roadsides. Yellow to the core, March fills me with hope as I get glimpses of sunny days in the midst of storms.
As I’m about to turn the big three zero I’m reminded of a paper I had to write in high school describing what my life would be like at this age. I remember imagining myself living in Paris as a translator and somehow a guy named Eric was involved… As I’ve thought about this it has been strangely beautiful to realize that I cannot plan out my life. While each day does shape the next, the sum total of all I really ever have is one, this moment to choose what happens next. I don’t know where I’ll wake up at forty but I look forward to where the next ten years will take me.
I’ve been reminded of what a gift each day really is. I’m grieving the tragic death of one of my favorite artists, Thomas Pradzynski, who was fatally attacked on the streets of Paris. Perhaps you recall the photo I sent out of him and me in front of one of his Venetian masterpieces in the Carmel gallery a few months ago. I feel horror that senseless humanity destroyed the hands and life of this brilliant man. Comfort is found in his life, that he did what he loved, that he imparted his gift to others, that he touched so many lives because of the unique way he saw the world and painted it.
Thank you for letting me share my creations, the worlds of my writing, with you. On my recent book signing trip to Southern California I was touched by so many people. Strangers welcomed me and asked me over and over about my work and I started feeling like maybe if we all wore flip flops more often and spent extra time at the beach the world would be filled with much nicer people. I got to spend one whole day alone, slowly driving down the 101 between Oceanside and La Jolla, stopping at whatever beaches I wanted. I literally walked along the shore for hours, watching the surfers while writing a good portion of the book I’m working on in my head.
I’ll be adding some additional events in the next couple months but here are a few coming up. I would love to see you if you’ll be nearby. Thank you again to Modesto for your support. It was great to sign again at Borders Modesto and see everyone who came.
Saturday, March 8, 2008, 2pm
Borders Kahului Maui, HI
Thursday, March 3, 2008
Grace M. Davis High School, Academic Block “D” Banquet
Modesto, CA
Friday, April 4, 2008, 6pm-9pm
Saturday, April 5, 2008, 10am-3pm
Soroptimist International of Greater Davis
Artist and Author Art and Books Sale
Davis Senior Center, Davis, CA
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