Reflections on a Beloved Pisces

You probably won't hear many people saying this but I grew up in a house with a living room often filled with Zodiac signs. Yes, you guessed it. I had an usual upbringing. My parents had a craft business. They had their own shop for a time but mostly they maintained the same booth for years at our local Farmer's Market. The featured item? Zodiac signs of course! Individual zodiacs, a humongous all-inclusive Zodiac plaque, astrological positions and the Aztec calendar as well. Why not?

My father would make these plaster casts from molds in his shop. Then after they were dried and trimmed, it would be left to my siblings, Mother and me to paint them. I must admit, I really got into the painting part. However, to this day, I believe all of our lungs have paid dearly for this activity. As a child though, you generally do what you are told, so paint we did.

My mother's birthday is today--March 2nd. Her light still burns brightly for many of us who love her. She was a Pisces and I've got to tell you, I don't know of anyone that loved that sign as much as she did. She related fully and completely to those two fish--one swimming in one direction and the other going in completely the opposite direction. She often felt pulled in various directions and she just loved being in and near the water. She was also kind and loving one minute but if someone crossed her they would quickly see the other side.

Fish were a big part of our lives. They were important to our diet, caught fresh from the lake outside our home, by my father. Inside, you could often catch my mother, proudly wearing her Pisces fish pendant. Sometimes she would fondle it, in any event she wore it close to her heart.

This post is a tribute to my Mom and to all you Pisces reading this. It is also a tribute to all of your Pisces complexity, fluidity and ability to see things from all directions.