According to “The New Book of Days”, by Eleanor Farjeon, January 14th marked the Great Frost, or the coldest day of the year. Travel back to England in 1205. An old chronicle says, ‘a great frost held til the two and twentieth day of March so that the ground could not be tilled.’
Well, I never tilled a garden, per say, except for small herb, and flower beds, but I always wanted to do so. Will be happy when the great thaw takes the place of the great frost. Even then, I won’t be tilling any garden, but will wait in anticipation for the season to change.
Now, if you are wondering who Saint Hilary was, this saint, a he, and not a she, was married, but was called upon to be the Bishop of Poitiers, France. He lived from 316 c. 368 c. and wrote extensively in defense of the divinity of Christ. Apparently there was a sect called Arianism that disputed this ‘truth’. It’s amazing how Christianity came to be, and the obstacles it encountered to get it’s feet on the ground. I am forever intrigued by the history that lies before us, and how everything came to be, and remains to become. Which brings us to the topic of creativity.
January is as good a month as any for stirring the imagination. I plan to get outside as much as possible and breath the cold air into my lungs – to breathe in Life and feel the pulsation of Time at work. Yet, it’s not enough to imagine, but we must also do, and while we are at it, keep in mind the one’s we love, for that is creativity too. How can we use our imagination, and make our lives, and those of others more satisfying, and rewarding? This is the greatest accomplishment of all. The greater question is; what is it that truly makes us happy? Where do we find our rewards? How can we be happy, if others are not? Of what consists a higher good?
On Tiffany Creek 