Piscatorial Pleasures

I have been given a special gift.

This gift is from Steven and Rachael. It now takes pride of place underneath my Pergola area and I welcomed it with open arms. To have ‘fish’ here at home feels so right. My Husband had a love affair with fish from about 5 years of age, as did our son. Their main interest was catching then with a view to eating – but not always.
My little piscatorial pals greeted me this morning with such zest they nearly threw themselves over the top – pleased to see me – well it would have been lovely if they had but of course they were hungry and just looking for their breakfast but I can handle that :)

Myself

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done .
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show .
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)