Solaz's notes from the underground--

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December 15, 1997

I finally got her new front door page up; she made this over a couple of months, it just took me awhile to get her changes up. She's had a relapse. - Janna

December 6, 1997

I'm not Yolonda, but she has phnuemonia and is really sick. I do not have her email passwords, but I thought some of you would want to know. I do some web stuff for her. - Janna

October 17, 1997

hmmmmm, did you notice the place has a new look? i'm not sure i'll keep this look, just playing around as usual...

i received such a sweet letter and a gift from jaci. thank you, jaci.

my new company is doing great... lots and lots of people are helping me with every aspect, from putting a business plan together to submitting proposals and a precious friend sent me a fat check. it was nice to eat; i had almost forgotten how...;-)

i have other things (for the wounded heart and women pages; and more to add to my ebenezer) to put up but they are not quite ready... i've been tryin' ta git mah binnnez goin', ya know.... an' i been real sick...

pray for my company to win a contract very very soon.

see His fingerprints all over my life... my Father is so kind and loving and gracious to me. faith is just me holding His hand, watching His face, while i walk on the surface of the roiling sea; never looking down at the wind and the water splattering all over my legs, nor the unknown hard or squishy things that brush against me.

--yss

September 30, 1997

finally i managed to post a couple of pages in the wounded heart. i hope it is of some value to you. i am swamped with too much work and too much illness. please bear with me. --yss

September 23, 1997

i have received many kinds of email from people who visit my place in the ether... i've gotten compliements, insults, anger, marriage proposals, indecent proposals... and the list goes on. i probably should have thought of this before, but, at least it finally occurred to me....;-)

i have added a new page, letters and parts of letters from you... with some comment. i try to answer all the letters you send to me, but i lose that battle quickly; especially with a fledgling startup business to take care of! but hopefully you will gain from this new purview.

(i do not answer marriage proposals nor the indecent proposals... please stop that! it is not good for you.)

September 21, 1997

i didn't do the christian thing today. 3000 christians gathered together for a joyful praise and worship event at the Merriweather Post Pavillion. but not me.

instead, i walked and talked with a pleasant young man. we watched tv. we went grocery shopping and bought peaches and too much ice cream. he sliced peaches for me and we sat on my deck and talked. he cooked dinner for me. pampering me so...

i tickled him; chased him; we both laughed. we ate dinner in front of the tv! he had to turn it on cuz i forgot how (i don't watch tv). he brought me a surprise. and i enjoyed his company immensely.

i didn't do the christian thing today. instead i stayed home, and loved on my son. there is only a very limited time to do so, therefore i cherish every opportunity.

i am steadily working on changes here, as you can plainly see. i have put up a new page, Faith. i hope you like it. there are other changes -- i'm sure you'll find them all. --yss

September 12, 1997

here i sit at my little box, my slave-driver; stoked up on too much ibuprofen, wearing my splints, arms packed in ice, and still in pain. this is not really an update; i've made an observation.

September 1, 1997

well, that was a mistake! i decided to archive the previous year's revision log, and of course, had to read it... was it a whole year ago? i've changed so much; i've healed so much; i've grown so much. i owe so much! (and i haven't had income since may... livin' on air ain't so bad; add a little catsup, goes down ok... gits a bit borin' at times...) i am so amazed at His creativity in meeting my needs.

there are some people i want to thank in front of the whole world. they helped me so much in this white-knuckle journey toward healing.

to the one who calls me princess:
to the one who calls me angel:

see me? i am twirling and giggling.

mykl is sending me poetry

i notice that so many of you use the same metaphore when you talk with me. you talk about "standing so close to the fire/flame." i keep insisting it's "electric colors" and you keep ignoring that. electric colors are exciting and fun! but if you insist on using fire/flame, remember that fire/flame is warm, and soothing, and comforting; beautiful to watch; exquisite to be with, sit near, listen to. comfort. solace. loving. kind. necessary. it is never my intention to hurt or harm any of you with my words. some of you i love more than i can communicate. i cherish each one of you. i am amazed that you care so deeply and are so consistent in your kindness, tenderness and love toward me. surely, i am not worthy of such splendid gifts.

my Father has taught me so much about myself in the last two years and used your words to do so on more occasions than i can number. i am humbly grateful to Him for each of you. please remember that i hold your names up to Him, individually, daily. some of you left me. some returned; not all. i have learned from you how unnecessary and easily misunderstood are my words when spoken/written from "agenda mode." i now try very hard to eliminate agenda mode whenever i talk/write to anyone. my goal is to eliminate agenda mode thinking and behavior completely and be more open to Him, the source of such sweet kindness and mercy.

July, 1997

tis oh so true. i'm packin' up the duds and movin' to new digs. it's really quite a mess around here too, boxes everywhere, and confusion reigns. plus someone has to type for me. meet linda and rachel. and my webslaves, nima, arash and nick doing web work for me.

the picture of me on which so many of you have lavished compliments was just taken by a wonderful old-world romanian, nick v., who lives here in the cove on the beautiful lake. he is a bit partial to redheads and takes a lot of pictures. i have cut some of that overabundance of curls, so they fall just below my shoulders now.

did i tell you that my daughter was pinned an RN?

nell, i've lost your email address. sherpa, i've got my white knuckles on... ok, (clenching jaw, gritting teeth) i'm ready to start the next phase of the journey. douglas, melynda you won't believe what i'm gonna set up for redheads. ches, bob, arnecia, the femnet bbs is almost ready... wait till you see it! there's gonna be a cafe too...(i have such great webslaves).

change is acomin'. every area will be changed at the new site. i am writing extensively (well, i talk, someone else types). i hope you like what you see when it gets done... the pain in my hands and arms is excruciating at times. i guess i have no option out of surgery... so since i know that i won't wake up from surgery and will be out of this world soon(as if i was ever in it;-), here is my last will and testament:

No! I'm not typing that! you should see her, she's wearing arm braces from her elbows to her fingers. All her friends keep telling her to have the surgery and get better. This is crazy, Yolonda. Will you guys tell her to have the surgery right away! and I'm not typing any morbid stuff for you. So there!
it's so hard to find good help for free, nowadays... tsk, tsk, no pity for the crippled...