As a lover of many bands, singers, and music genres, I listen to a rather eclectic mix. My music collection contains everything from reggae, to rock 'n' roll, to metal, to easy listening.
Sometimes, it is necessary for us to put ourselves into categories. This may be frustrating, we may not know where to place ourselves. There is a good chance that, when given a 'tick-box' exercise, we fit in to multiple categories—or even that we do not feel we meet the criteria for any of the choices offered to us.
I shall admit that there was, in fact, some sun and sea and sand involved, but that was not the main focus. On Saturday April 20, 2019, I did something I'd not done before.
Hundreds of thousands of cats are killed on our roads every year. Many of them left to die alone, even if they could have been saved, if only someone had stopped to tend to them. Cats who fall victim to road traffic collisions can be mopped up by local councils, tossed in landfill, and owners never made aware of what has happened to their beloved pet. In current British law, this is perfectly legal.
The idea came from something I saw on the interwebs near the end of 2017. The idea is to keep a jar (any old jar will do) and pop in a note once a week about something good that happened. The final intention would be to open up the jar on the last day of the year and read about everything we had done.
One thing I love about Facebook memories is that it shows me the poems I forgot I wrote. Here are two that came up today 21st December 2018. They were written for the Pagan festival of Yuletide/Winter Solstice.