This month begins with the last sign of the zodiac, Pisces, the Fishes. The New Moon is also traveling  in Pisces this weekend. My mother gave birth to me under the sign of the “two fishes.” A new moon heralds new beginnings. In spite of understanding this sign above all others, in its characteristic illusive way I struggle to grasp it. While I live out the poetry of this sign, I struggle in vain to grasp it, like the slippery minnows of childhood running through my legs at Old Silver Beach. Martin Buber in his classic “I and Thou” posed the eternal question: “But how can we incorporate into the…