Hexagram 14, line 6 was part of my reading for the week. It hasn’t been a great week, and I’ve been using my reading not only for its advice, but also as a reminder, a kind of talisman.
Waiting for the pharmacist to make up my Mum’s prescription, I went outside and found a good tree to lean against and admire. I don’t know what kind it is, but it has rough bark, heart-shaped leaves, and pink flowers shaped something like a sweet pea – not just blooming up among the fine twigs, but bursting out in exuberant clusters right from the trunk.
So I leant on the tree, looked up through the leaves and flowers at the clear, bright sky, and thought how 14.6 changes to 34, the upward-surging sap-rising Great Vigour. Great possession in the power of trees.
‘Blessed from its source in heaven,
Good fortune.
Nothing that is not fruitful.’