If you're one of the readers here you'll know my dear colleague and friend, femmeflashpoint recently spent a couple of weeks here in Sechelt. A good part of her time was devoted to our website biz, and as much as possible was spent on just having a really good time meeting folks and getting to know each other.
The truly good thing about this visit was the invigorating quality time that lasts for a long time afterwards. Some truths emerged out of our discussions. We were both feeling the need to re-evaluate parts of our lives, both professionally and personally. We were both delighted to enjoy seeing the work of many wonderful artists in this beautiful Sechelt location, and it made us think how many there must be that are relatively unknown but are out there.
My business has grown slowly but steadily as readership and connections have increased on this site. I can't even express how grateful I am for your interest in and support of my work.
I'm hoping your interest will continue, even though I've decided to make yet another change here! It's all good, and relatively minor. After today I'm going to be publishing only on Friday's Spin page, unless i have something special that needs to be told! That will free me up to be helping with other sites, and meet and greet stuff with business folks that I just can't get to under present circumstances.
Right after, on one of her walks she encountered another ssssnakey thing, and sent me this pic, knowing it would cause a heart flutter!
The scene is set in my little Zululand village in South Africa. My sister was very sick and in my parents' bed, because my mother wanted to keep an eye on her.
In the afternoon my mother went to check on the patient, and found her sitting up in bed, eyes wide as saucers. My mother asked Janet if something was wrong, and she pointed to the door and said,"There's a snake behind the door!"
My mother immediately assumed that Janet was hallucinating. She ran to get a thermometer, cool damp cloths, and notify my father . When she came back things had not changed much. My sister was still sitting upright with arm helplessly extended, pointing mutely at the door.
My mother smiled encouragingly at her, and said softly, "It's alright dear. Just lie back." then she thought quickly, and said brightly, "Tell you what! Let's open the door, and look together!" My sister shook her head, obviously still terrified. My mother slowly pulled on the door. Behind it, curled up comfortably on some surf fishing rods was a very long green mamba, one of the most venomous snakes in the world.
My mother jumped back like a scalded cat. She called our Zulu maid, who got down to business right away. She had a big panga, a kind of knife used for chopping bush to clear a path. With a couple of minutes the writhing snake was killed and thrown outside onto the street. A couple of minutes after that it was picked up by a group of singing, chanting Zulus, who carried it off on their shoulders.
Now, before you scoff at this idea, you might like to read here!
Even today, venomous snakes such as the green mamba, provide medicine for humanity, including heart medication. I knew there had to be something good about them!
See you again on Friday!