Go!!!! 102 Year Old Dorothy Custer Base Jumps!

This lady truly inspires me. She lives outside the box and I can't wait to see what she does for her 103rd "Birthday"

Note to self: Steps to work towards this:

1) Don' t die (so far, so good)

2) Don't break your spinal cord or injure major body organs (Not assured for even the next 5 mins)

3) Go organic (Scouting affordable stores in Bangalore)

4) Hata yoga & Pranayam (Isha)

5) Work on functional fitness (trek ready anytime of the year, ready to haul saaku muttai if needed)

6) Keep the mind light and agile and happy, no grudges

7) Laugh 90% of the days (cheat by watching sitcoms, its ok), Music

8) Have great friends/spouse/children, but be awesome on your own!

9) Dedicate every cell of your being to work FOR something (pays - fine, doesn't pay - better)

10) Kiss a Dog/Kitten/Hamster everyday

The other bigger one cannot be belittled by putting it in some list. That is on irrespective of sickness and weakness. (Hint: SJV)

GO, DOROTHY GO!!!!!

YOU GO GIRLS

This is incredible I have never saw a jump of this magnitude. I would love to be right in the center joined hands with others and feeling the adrenaline rush that comes with skydiving. I am defiantly putting this maneuver on my bucket list.    

Early Morning Departure.

Today, I depart for North Carolina, and I was wide awake before the alarm went off. I was so tired I went to bed early last night and I woke up around 3am although, I had the alarm set for 4am since I have a early flight. Yesterday, I found myself getting nervous about my interview, but today I am fine and feeling confident. I have been apartment hunting online and I think I have found just what I need and the virtual tour if it is really the apartment is stunning and I love the layout. I need to call the agent today as a matter of fact.

Here is a early morning picture of me spending a little alone time with Cara before I leave. Andrea is going to take care of my beloved pets while I am away. I cannot run yet since I am healing from surgery, but I am going for a brisk walk before my shower.

POET AFTER MIDNIGHT

Poets will go on and on

They have the stamina to fight

After all the rest have gone

Some praise Chaucer, some praise Donne

Living rivals are heaped with spite

Poets will go on and on

Being brief is seldom done

They drone their woes into the night

After all the rest have gone

"Publishing is one big con

The money making grip's too tight"

Poets will go on and on

Booker, Costa, Orange won,

For novelists the future's bright

After all the rest have gone

They argue over who should write

They have the stamina to fight

Poets will go on and on

After all the rest have gone

Written by Amber Wilson 2010`

Vain Evasion

Dense blackness yields

To a chill grey dawn

Clammy air sticks

To my skin

Dread stalks me

Death marks out its targets

Nearing with each step

Soon enough, it will strike

To my very heart.

Much better to face

The threat myself

Than watch helpless

As it takes those I love

The terrible calculus

Of such balancing

Sours the soul

But denial is vain evasion

The memory of yesterday's

Crisp sunshine seems

An age away

A paradise

Before the Fall

Written By Amber Wilson 2007`

Wilderness Song

Burning the wild lands, the moon rises gold; gold the eyes of wolves

Running in a rapid crouch up the snowy hill.  Exhaling,

I slip into the aspens, follow their tracks into a threshold of

Light under the firs.  The moon squats fat among them. I

Linger and watch, afraid.  Discard the fantasy that

I could be accepted, that I could be safe, that I could run.  With them.

A screech of owl cries. Wolves sing: close chorus, far response.

Nothing contains the fierce sacredness of this music.  I want to

Call back from this hidden body.  I pluck a tuft of fur from a drift,

Embrace bare branches, moon-bruised sky.  In

A cloud-smudged mirror of ice, shadows flicker, a broke

Face of moon shimmers.  I whisper: elk, caribou, antelope.  Stubbornly,

I reclaim the dream of hunting with the wolves.  Oh folly!  Will I return to this

Evening over and over, sifting through these images, lies and dreams?

Late-night owl calls again.  Wolf tracks fade in drifting snow.  I glimpse

Deer, then fox.  Braid my tracks into theirs.

Written By Amber Wilson 2009

I'm a Artist

I don't need to see my work on a fancy gallery wall nor do I need to sell my paintings to know I'm an artist.

I am an artist because I see beauty everywhere. In everything.

The way ice melts on a spring day, they way the clouds form during a storm, the stunning colors of the lake on a sunny day, the rust on a decaying shed and yes even the march of ants (not happy they are in my kitchen but still amazing and awesome and I was really sad I killed some of them)

I see the beauty in all those things and I HAVE to attempt to recreate that feeling in my own little way. Never do I come close to capturing the simplicity and splendor that happens naturally all around us. What I do is create something that I can keep as a reminder of the beauty of life.

I'm an artist.