In the course of my lifetime I was fortunate to have closely known two men who were both devotees of the I Ching; Paul Yakovenko and Fritz Weidner. For the life of me, I was unable to accept that any degree of wisdom could come from the throwing of coins. It took me a long time to come around, but now even I , from time to time , have thrown the three coins myself and then consulted a reference that has served as a useful form of additional guidance in proceeding down the big Trail.
It’s been a couple of years since I have consulted the Ching, but yesterday I hit pay dirt again. Some of the past benefits have been me catching myself in “white knight in shining armor” mode, or in dealing with those “ crescendo of awfulness” progressions that anyone can get caught up in.
I have tried to work through a few of the reference books before I found the one that works for me. It is “ A Guide to the I Ching” by Carol Anthony, the third edition of her initial 1980 publication. It is somehow soothing and quieting advice that all I need to focus on at this point in my life is to give as much attention to tact and kindliness as is possible for me. This is a really fortunate position for me to be in, as my past consultations have been much more challenging. So this is my own New Year’s resolution.
The winter here continues to challenge as well. I snowshoed up to the top of Moody Mountain this afternoon, but this time it was warm enough for me to just wear a t-shirt and poly pro turtleneck. I did come up with a novel way to keep my wind breaker shell with me. It is a featherweight ( 3.6 oz.) Golite full zip hooded shell that I was able to stuff in the zippered flap of my tall gaiters. It was really tough going today, as I had to break trail again after the last 12” snowstorm. The snow was sticky and heavy on the shoes. It stuck. I was sinking about a foot with each step.
The newspaper warned us homeowners about a downside to the above freezing temperatures that would be the rule of the next few days. My neighbors and I have each shoveled as much snow as we can reach off our roofs and some of us are also breaking up ice dams that have formed on the edges of the overhangs. I have an ice dam about a foot thick on the north side of my house. If you do nothing, the melting snow is unable to flow off of the roof due to the ice dam holding the water back. With nowhere to go, the melt pools up behind the dam until it gets deep enough to flow underneath the shingles where it begins to migrate through the cracks in the roof sheathing and then drip down into the living space of the house, ruining the interior of the house and possibly inviting mold into the equation. Not good. So, out came the ladder, and up I went, first with my shovel, and then next with my ax, hacking away a 12” wide drainage ditch of sorts for the water to escape. I made two drains today, and then were working. It is pretty incredible what things I have had to learn about to be tactful in maintaining a life up here in the Maine woods.