tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338855877633574365.post-58465448237504692022009-01-19T08:06:00.000-08:002009-01-19T08:06:00.583-08:002009-01-19T08:06:00.583-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9-dPXZKECA/SXKqvQ7uXyI/AAAAAAAAATc/ywVCebTyaR0/s1600-h/web-jan2009fishinhand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9-dPXZKECA/SXKqvQ7uXyI/AAAAAAAAATc/ywVCebTyaR0/s320/web-jan2009fishinhand.jpg" /></a></div>Anxiety grabbed me hard again the day I drew this. (I'm post-dating the entry so I can get a sketch a day online.) While I took a really hot bath, I had some vague impressions of Pisces imagery- Pisces is the house of the unconscious, of death, of really dark self-exploration.<br /> <br /> By the time Fiona Apple had serenaded me and I was physically clean &amp; well-boiled, my worried thoughts were placated. I still felt watery-minded, so I drew and a fun golden fish with a green-eyed belly under a starry sky.<br /> <hr style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.schmutzie.com/2008/11/grace-in-small-things.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="365 Days of Grace in Small Things"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v491/schmutzie_pickles/buttons/seal-1.gif" style="border: 0px none;" /></a></div>I'm participating in <i>Grace in Small Things</i> by sketching every day for a year and posting the set of seven each week. Get your own gratitude-groove on (no doodles necessary) and get your badges <a href="http://www.schmutzie.com/2008/11/grace-in-small-things.html">here. </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338855877633574365-5846544823750469202?l=www.twoserpents.com'/></div>heidi daisybonesheidirevans@gmail.com1