Long-time readers of my blog posts may remember when I was tormented by fish (from this post and this post)--images of fish seemed to swimming in my subconscious, popping up at me randomly and incessantly, as if reminding me that I needed to make a fish book. I thought I had exorcised them when I wrote Where the Mountain Meets the Moon, where a goldfish's voice is finally heard. That, I thought, would be the end of my bizarre fish sightings.
But I was wrong. Today, in the mail, I received this mysterious package:
Strangely, it seemed to be for to one and from myself (but I didn't send it, at least I don't think I did).
Inside is a small white box that contains a....
Yes, it's some kind of fish pin--a real fish encased in resin, then made into a pin.
Accompanying this box is a card that is addressed to "Megan" from "Judith." I don't know a Megan (spelled this way) or a Judith. And who is Andrew? A husband? Son? Boyfriend?
Very curious! Very mysterious! It's like a beginning of a novel! Perhaps it is some sort of sign, a message that there are more fish wanting to be set free from my subconscious. That another fish book is in my destiny.
Or that I just opened Megan's birthday gift from Judith. Sorry, Megan!