Quotes from Betsy Cañas Garmon

I've decided that the stuff falling through the cracks is confetti and I'm having a party!

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.

Coffee. Garden. Coffee. Does a good morning need anything else?

Amount of time it takes for a dog to "do its business" is directly proportional to outside temperature + suitability of owner's outerwear.

I do yoga so that I can stay flexible enough to kick my own arse if necessary.

Saying yes to the skinny jeans by saying no to the donuts.

Lists are the butterfly nets that catch my fleeting thoughts...

To decide is to walk facing forward with nary a crick in your neck from looking back at the crossroads.

Cold beer & pizza are spiritual.

The day after the day that I walk out the front door and the air is crisp, with just a hint of the Autumn days ahead, I put cinnamon in my coffee.

Note to self: finding a cool quote and writing it in your journal is not a substitute for Getting. It. Done.

My morning choices are having a good tussle. Procrastination was winning, but Make Your Bed & Good Breakfast just kicked his butt.

The plans that I made when horizontal are working out now that I'm vertical.

I always know I'm talking to a gardener or a photographer if at any given time, they know where the light is.

I may be justifying my pockets of chaos, but I will always choose people over perfection and the heart over task and tidy.

Ice cream cravings are not to be taken lightly.

I hugged safety close to my chest and kissed risk full on the lips.

Coffee in styrofoam is against my religion.

When I stopped to pay attention to where my breathing was deep and settled, the truth began to emerge from the mist.

My little bit of earth in the front garden is one of the places that I find my bearings. The rhythm of my day begins with a cup of coffee and a little bit of weeding or dreaming.

My garden is my favorite teacher.

Pull yourself together and use what you have.

The only social networking I did this weekend was with my family. I actually let the battery on my laptop completely die.

Tradition: sit with husband in a room lit only by tree lights and remember that our blessings outnumber the lights. Happy Christmas to all.