Somewhere along the way, I realized that the new year doesn’t begin for me in January. The new and fresh has always come for me in the Fall. Ironically, as leaves are falling like rain, crunching beneath my feet with finality, I am vibrating with the excitement of birth and new beginnings…. My year begins in Autumn.
Betsy Cañas Garmon
“On birthday cake and pouring oil,” 2013 November 5th, www.wildthymecreative.com