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Next Issue: July 9, 2001
Wacipi
Mutual of California
Welcome to this edition of Mutual of California's Wild Queendom! As
you
know, we here at Mutual of California feel that your sense of safety is
fleeting. In order to reinforce the feeling of impending doom, we
would
like to bring you closer than you ever thought possible to danger so
personal and gut-wrenching that it will trigger your own fight or
flight
response.
Our motto is - if you feel safe, you're not watching Mutual of
California's
Wild Queendom!
This week, our intrepid guide on this journey into the womb of darkness
is
the brave, and some say certifiable, Leslie. With her is her
enthusiastic
assistant, Basil, the schnauzer. As usual, we here at Mutual of
California
have changed the names of those involved in order to avoid costly and
embarrassing lawsuits.
Leslie and Basil have been through a lot in the past years, including
some
wild and reckless episodes that it has been our pleasure to bring to
you.
Who can forget, "Insanity in the Garden," "Where is my Underwear?" and
our
highest-rated show to date, "Broken Bones and Bruised Egos - Laura
Builds a
Deck?"
This week we draw back the curtain of decorum and bring you,
"Estrogen!"
Much has been written about the subject, but few have been unfortunate
enough to see it up close and in person. With Leslie's help, we have
been
able to camouflage our cameraman, Murray. He has an excellent vantage
point
from within a pile of dirty laundry that has been building up over the
last
few weeks. It is our hope that the beast will simply ignore the pile
as she
has done in the recent past, muttering, "I know I'm not doing any more
damn
laundry. I'll tell you that much!"
Everything seems ready. Leslie has positioned herself at the far end
of the
bedroom, Basil in laying near the top of the stairs in a typically
relaxed
pose. Don't let her cool posture fool you. She is ready for anything,
including lawn gnomes, phantom cats, as well as Laura on her period.
Leslie attempts to draw the beast out of her lair. Remember folks,
Leslie
has over fourteen years of experience, do not try this at home!
"Hey, Laura?" The call carries well in the bright conditions and low
humidity of the day. She hesitates, for a moment. Luckily, her
assistant
Basil thinks quickly and comes to Leslie's assistance, "Bark! Bark!
Bark!"
Laura, predictably, responds to the lure. "What? What could you
possibly
want right now? What?!?" She begins her slow assent up the stairs,
mumbling curses under her breath, typically not directed at anyone.
There
is a general air of heat that is emanating off her body, a slight sheen
of
sweat on her upper lip - even on this cool, pleasant day.
After barking at air molecules for a full minute, Basil decides the
best
course of action is to stand her ground by laying in the sun patch just
past
the last stair. Laura, while trying to miss her, practically falls
into the
bedroom door jam and begins to scream, "F%^K! What the hell is that
dog
trying to do to me? And what is this door doing here anyway?! My God!
What is happening around here?" Her confusion is evident on her red
face as
she swings her estrogen-engorged head back and forth.
Luckily, Leslie is experienced at handling Laura. Any show of weakness
on
her part at this point could be fatal. Laura has been known to knock
people
on the floor with sarcasm from as far away as fifty feet. At this
close
range, Leslie's ego, if not protected by a lifetime of mental health,
could
be in grave danger.
She reaches for a dart gun kept under a pillow. She carefully draws
back
the chamber, ready for anything hurled her way. "Babe? How're your
cramps?"
"I don't know. Is it hot in here?" Laura begins to visibly burn at
the
edges. It is an amazing sight, to see a woman actually burst into
flames.
The heat in the room is stifling. "My back hurts."
"Do you want to take a bath?"
"Arrrgghhh! No! I'd die if I had to sit in a tub full of hot water!
The
idea makes me want to puke!" Laura turns to go. "I'm going to go and
bake
a bunt cake. Do we have a pound of chocolate in the house?"
That's it for this months Mutual of California's Wild Queendom, brought
to
you by our regular sponsors Tampax Tampons and Haagen Dazs. Now
available
in a convenient twin pack in your grocer's freezer.
Based on the most conservative estimates, at least 2,000,000 gay men, lesbian, and bisexual
men/women in the Untied States alone, are or were once married (Buxton, 1994). Few people realize
how much lesbianism does exist in society, mostly due to the closeted way these women live. There are
found in history a few notorious women who have lived this way. These women have only become
known or acknowledged in recent years. Some of these women are Eleanor Roosevelt, Vita
Sackvile-West and Virginia Woolf to name a few of them. With the increased availability of information
on the Internet, there has been an obvious increase in the numbers of bisexual/lesbian spouses coming
out to their partners in traditional marriages. No longer do they have to feel that they are alone. It is like
finally coming home. Look around; it could be someone you already know possibly your mother, your
sister, your friend, or even yourself. Just who are these women?
A MarBLe is a married woman who has discovered her previously hidden or unrealized sexual
orientation. She may be trying to come to terms with the long denied feelings of being different. She
usually spends a long time trying to make sense of her life, in order to preserve her marriage and family
and, in many cases, her own sanity. In The Hite Report, statistics showed that 87 percent of all
married women have their deepest emotional attachments with other women. These women are usually
their best friends. However, sometimes these friendships unexpectedly burst into passionate romantic
and physical love. There are unique issues faced when the bisexual or lesbian partner comes to terms
with her own sexuality.
When people first hear about a person being gay, they automatically assume that a divorce is
coming. However, many women feel that the role that society puts on them as caregivers and nurturers,
means that they have no other choice but to remain in their marriages keeping their feelings and needs
repressed. Many stay due to fear of repercussions. Some of these repercussions are having their
children taken from them, being shunned by family and friends, and becoming destitute.
Usually, the lesbian partner did not recognize, acknowledge, or disclose her same-sex attraction
or behavior before the marriage. The knowledge that the gay partner now has about herself opens
many avenues of response. The bisexual or lesbian partner's struggle to recognize, acknowledge, and
accept her orientation is the first wave. This process itself may last just a few months or it may take
years before she passes the knowledge to the spouse and usually the process continues thereafter. This
disclosure leads to many ways of resolving the issues, as there are issues. The couple usually feels
totally isolated, as it is not a commonly known phenomenon. It is a little acknowledged fact that mixed
marriages are found in every level of society. Most couples generally do work out their own solutions,
whether it is divorce, separation or continued marriage. It is estimated that one third of all couples soon
divorce after the shared knowledge. Another third stays together to sort out the issues that have arisen,
and to decide where this knowledge will take them. The third remaining marriages work towards the
goal of keeping the marriage intact.
A marriage that divorces after the disclosure will have many reasons attached to it. The partner
that is gay may feel that they are drawn to be totally gay, may fall in love, or may find that the work of
leading two separate lives is too much for her to handle. The husband, on the other hand, may feel that
the ideas of sharing his partner, of non-monogamy, of giving up sex, or of wanting his own sexual
partner may erode his ideals of a marriage. However, a person has to remember that more often than
not, there are usually more issues that are not related to sexual orientation that interfere with the
marriage.
The marriages that are working on staying together often fall into three very important coping
strategies. These strategies are communication, honesty, and availability of support groups. A rare find
in the marriage world is to find one in which both spouses recognize the positive elements of their
relationship, and use this basic love to renegotiate the terms of their marriage. These renegotiations are
done without jeopardizing their identities and integrity. It is a fact that the traditional views of marriage
are major obstacles in trying to make a marriage work. The level of impact, which the outside world
has on a marriage directly, effects the outcome of said marriages.
The ability of the husband and wife to explore just what this new knowledge means for them, the
marriage, and their family is the start of the second wave. Many men experience rage and anger at first,
mostly due to the roles that society has placed on them. To be the man is to be the head of the
household, to look after the woman (as she is weak), and to play the typical role of a stud. This all
plays into the role of a woman feeling that in order to be complete she needs the husband, the house,
the white picket fence and 2.5 kids. To have this entity means she will be happy. As youth, we grow up
with these ideals enforced all around us. There is the idea that there are no problems in marriages, even
if seen in our own parents' marriage. As these problems find us, we feel the need to show less to the
world. We all know that the person next door has a perfect marriage. Married people usually put on
faces to show the rest of the world that all is ok in their world. How false this information is to our
children! It just keeps the myth going.
The third wave is if the couples have children. The process of telling them that their parent is gay
is usually of less concern to them than the concern about having parents who love them and about living
in a stable home. The children have to come to terms with the new information about a parent on top of
dealing with what is happening in their family. The worry parents have, is a concern about what
problems their children will incur outside of the home in their own school, neighborhood, and
community that can be anti-gay in nature.
The fourth wave is the coming out to biological family. This can be met with either complete
understanding or with an absolute denial of both person and situation. Many times this is linked to
religion or ethnic beliefs. A person coming out to her biological family always fears the rejection of said
family. Many gays find themselves more in situations of creating a family of choice (one who is totally
accepting of a person with no expectations of that person).
The family members all face the same issues: sexuality, marriage and family, parent-child bond,
identity, integrity, and belief system. Family members cope with each individual's own perspective as a
parent, child, or spouse. As in life, there are different stages to the coping, and each member copes at
the different stages in their own way, and often the stages are overlapping and processing occurs at
different speeds.
Many women out there night after night weep silently beside uncaring, unloving husbands. These
husbands do not see them as real people, and do not care about their pain. Also out there are women
who, day after day, feel crushed by the guilt that they are hurting caring, loving husbands because they
are gay. These are women who would be happy with another woman but will not make a change
because they cannot bring themselves to hurt their spouse, even thou they themselves are living in hell.
There are many divorced women staring at four walls of an apartment with an ache in their hearts,
wondering if a bad marriage would have been better than being alone. There are women pulled in
different directions by the demands of their children, their girlfriends, their jobs, and their husbands who
say they give "permission" for her to have a girlfriend. There are women living with their girlfriends and
their children who are struggling to make it as two women in a man's world, as gay women in a straight
world. There are women who wonder if they are really lesbian at all who just want the pain to go away,
who would love to crawl back into the straight, married closet. There are women of deep faith who
wonder if they are sinful, evil, and cannot come out to their own loved ones because of their shame.
Women have lost jobs, health, girlfriends, and loved ones. There are women who feel as if they are
women without a country, for neither the gay community nor the heterosexual world accepts them. A
person will find that these are strong women, ones who have gone through a great deal and will
continue to do so. Our society is slowing starting to become more accepting of different lifestyles. At
the Illinois Wesleyan University, their Gay Student Alliance has a poster that states " In a typical class
of 30 students, 8 students (27%) will be directly affected by homosexuality of self, one or more
siblings, or one or more parents." Research shows that a MarBLe has many more options available to
herself currently, as long as she remembers the following:
"It is a pause in motion- not a failure to move- a time to plan. As you are standing at a
crossroads, you have your backpack on. All you need to do is stop a second and make sure you have
gotten everything. Shift the weight a little and make sure this pack is comfortable. Listen to the wind,
watch the sun, smell the air – like a deer sniffing—then choose your direction. This pause is so
important, it is not a failure to decide, not a waste of time, but a moment you need to be "sure" of what
you want to do." (Anonymous 2001)
I am one of these women. I am a MarBLe… Married but Lesbian.
Many thanks to the following :
Abbott, Deborah, and Ellen Farmer. From Wedded Wife to Lesbian Life. Freedom, California:
The Crossing Press, 1995.
Anonymous. Letters to the author. 31 March – 20 May 2001
Buxton, Amity Pierce. The Other Side of the Closet. Santa Monica, Cal.: IBS Press, Inc., 1991.
Buxton, Amity Pierce. Personal interview. 29 April 2001
Cassingham, Barbee J., and Sally M. O'Neil. Previously Married Women's Journeys into
Lesbian Relationships. Freeland, Wa: Soaring Eagle Publishing, 1999.
Jensen, Karol L. Lesbian Epiphanies - Women Coming out in Later Life. Harrington Park Press,
Inc., 1999.
Gay Student Alliance. Gay Awareness. Illinois Wesleyan University
Hite, Shere. The Hite Report. New York: Macmillian, 1976.
For people who can't think for themselves... Just... Ask... Jacki
Well,
my little darlings...and you are my little darlings...sort of like newborn chicks that need someone to run,
endlessly, tirelessly, mindlessly to dig up worms and drag them back in her mouth for you (oh,
yuk)...and, um, jam them down your little throats so you don't starve to death from being so scrawny
and weak and weird looking and half-blind and unable to even stand, for gosh sakes...bait for any wild
thing swooping and scouting for delectable morsals, under cover of dark, waiting patienly for the next
bite.
Have you ever even seen little chicks? My! What ugly little things! All squashy, skinny, with
prickly little things poking out of them that are supposed to pass as pre-feathers, flopping over all the
time, squeaking. Not to mention absolutely huge eyeballs that would scare the beegeebees out of most
people. Who in their right mind wouold want to touch them? Ewwww. Not me. Not for a million
dollars. (well, I suppose that's negotiable) Why, I don't even buy chicken with the skin on it. Nope.
Give me those nice little packages of skinless chicken breasts anytime. Cute, little plump things
wrapped nicely in clear wrap, looking oh, so inviting...you've seen them, I'm sure. No fuss and hardly
even much of a bother. A little salt, pepper, garlic powder. Pop them in the oven. Thirty minutes
later...walla! Dinner! Just don't forget to wash your hands when you touch raw meat. Filthy stuff, meat.
Can kill you in a flash. Salmonela, for one thing. Why, even cooked, the stuff is bad for you. Fat,
cholesterol. And what about preservatives and chemicals? It's a rough world out there. Stick to worms.
What was I saying? Oh! Yes! I just thought it would be the "right" thing to do...to tell you that I am not
available to solve any of the multitude of inane problems you all seem to dig up each month, as if I have
nothing else to do except solve your little dilemmas. You think I have no life? No? Well, let me tell you.
I do have a life, and a very full one at that. So full that I haven't the time nor the inclination to sit here at
my computer day in and day out trying to figure out what kind of lives you have that cause you to dwell
on things which at times I just cannot even fathom as remotely important. Certainly not earth shattering,
anyway. Don't you have anything at all to do? Too much time on your hands, if you ask me..and you do
ask me...all the time. Questions which even five year olds don't think of. "Why is the sky blue?" Now,
that's a real question! "How do I get my girlfriend to watch less TV?" For goodness sakes, just turn
off the TV.
Give me a break. Wait!!! No....I don't mean that. Just kidding, kiddies. What? No sense
of humor, either? Sigh. Life is tough all over, isn't it? Oh well. Not my problem, eh? Here's the
scoop....Yes, there is a point here....Ms. Jacki is busy. That's it. None of your business, now, is
it...busy at what? It's my life. I'll do what I want, when I want, and with no explanations to anyone, if
you don't mind...well, even if you do mind, as far as that goes. Just make something exotic up in your
imagination and go with it, ok? Little island in the Caribbean, soft breeze, palms swaying in the breeze,
kettle drum music in the background, lots of cute little things in grass skirts moving to the music. You
get the idea. Don't you? Gees. Anyway, see you next month...if nothing more interesting comes up for
me in the meantime. Keep those questions coming, eh? Remember...without you...I'm nothing (who
decided that?), but without me...you're clueless, darlin'...and don't you forget it! And while you're at
it...don't forget this either...Love ya!
Weight Loss And Weight Management
As with anything that we want to accomplish in our
lives like going to school or promotions in our job,
setting sensible and reasonable goals in weight
reduction, is tantamount. Setting these realistic
goals is the main key for actually losing the weight
and maintaining that weight loss.
Most overweight people should lose weight gradually.
For a safe and healthy weight loss, a rate of not more
than 2 pounds a week is best. There are times when
people with serious health problems directly related
to obesity, may have a legitimate reason to lose more
quickly.
What we weigh is a result of several factors.
- how much and what kinds of food we eat
- whether our lifestyle includes regular physical
activity
- whether we use food to respond to the stress in our
lives
- our genetic makeup
Our being successful in weight loss and weight
management should address all of the above factors.
And that is the reason why we HAVE to ignore products
and programs that promise permanent results without
permanent changes in our lifestyle.
Any ad that promises weight loss without decreasing
caloric intake and/or increasing physical activity, is
selling fantasy. I call that fraud.
Personally, I decided not too long ago that it was
important for me to NOT use the word diet, but
concentrate on engaging in regular physical activity
and eating healthy. This means lowering fat
consumption and an increase in fruit and vegetables
and whole grains.
Fad diets that ignore the principles of the Dietary
Guidelines may result in short term weight loss and
may do so at the risk of our health.
HOW TO DO IT:
1. First, check with your doctor to make sure that
your health status will allow lowering your caloric
intake and increasing your physical activity.
2. Follow a calorie reduced food plan that provides
for a weight loss of not more than 2 pounds a week,
making sure to include at least 5 fruits and veges a
day, whole grains, lean meats, and low fat dairy
products.
3. Make time in your day for physical
activity...starting perhaps with taking the stairs at
work instead of the elevator or parking further away
from the store. Gradually add something more physical
like walking or biking, but make sure that it is
something that you enjoy.
REMEMBER
A lifestyle based on healthy eating and regular
activity can be a real lifesaver.
Love's Long Journey
Every day millions of people meet someone new. Sometimes those meetings take place on the street, in
the workplace, or at a club. The list of possible meeting places could go on and on. One of the newest
places to meet someone is the ever-growing cyberspace. Let's face it, people are spending more time
on these desktop boxes now than ever before. For many of us, we find people who become our good
friends. For others, the internet can bring a complete change to their lives. They find love. That's how it
all started for me more than 2 years ago. I met and fell in love with someone I met in a chat room. That
was the easy part. What came next has been a very long road to bring us together in one spot. Not an
easy task when you are an American who happens to be in love with a Canadian.
My mission with this series is to help others who are like us get through the rougher spots and find what
is really wanted……togetherness. The everyday life that other people take for granted. Where you
don't have to make an international call or send an email just to say "I love you".
Love can be such a funny thing. Sometimes it happens when and where you expect it the least. For me
it all began November 28, 1998. After having Thanksgiving supper with some friends they decided it
was time I discovered the internet….. more specifically the chat room. It was kind of difficult at first.
Here I was in a room full of all these strangers and very unsure of what I was doing. Everyone was very
nice to me and I quickly became more comfortable with chatting. One person in particular caught my
attention just by "extending a paw in greeting" and offering me a seat on her cushion in the corner. As
days turned into weeks I found myself hoping that every time I logged on I would find my new friend
there waiting to chat. More often than not she was there. From our chats we got to know each other
quite well. After a couple of months I couldn't fight the feelings I had for her anymore. Somehow I had
fallen in love with someone I had never even met. Within a couple of months we began phoning each
other and finally set up a meeting. Plane tickets were bought and the preparations began. It was the
beginning of what has become one very long journey for Leo and I.
anon
By anonymous
The story of my life seems to be interesting to some, but not to me. I
find it ordinary, just something that was, what made me who I am today
and
most likely what predetermines my future.
My life, your life, what does it matter? Thus, anon suits me just fine.
It is a life. One of experiences, joys and heartaches. One more life
lived, one more life shared. One more life that will come to an end one day. Why? Why to share it then? For only one
reason I think. So that you will know you are not alone on this great
big rock we call earth. So that the traditions of those before us may
continue through story telling. So the Oracle may live on and that you
may learn to tell your own story to those who want to hear it and, more
importantly, to those who need to.
I am many people. I wear many hats. I have many faces. I am a
mirror.
When imprisoned I escaped. When pushed to the ground, I rose again.
When beaten I fought back with every last ounce of strength in me.
When
defeated, I never let go of my dignity. When conquered I never gave up
my pride. When destroyed I was re-born. When humiliated I never
lowered my head in shame.
Look at me if you can. My name is anon.
I
am ageless, yet I am every age. Am I as a mirror to you or only a pane
of glass?
Let my pain be your pain, let my love be your love, let my anger race
through your vains, let my joy place a smile on your face. Do not look
past me as through a window. Focus, focus your eyes on the silver lining
in the glass, the mirror that always looks back.
Starstruck
Forgive me if I seem starstruck,
But I am.
They are in my eyes,
In my heart.
The one whose heart couldn't be captured
Wouldn't be given,
Found love somewhere past the moon.
When I first saw you
I was caught
Without knowing who you were,
Or who you would be today.
I felt your eyes that day
Pierce through this stone
Planting stars within
To see you today
I wondered if you could see them
Those stars you planted years ago
Amazed you remembered me
So far from earth
I realize now that I should have shown you then
I should have told you
About the power that shines in your eyes
And how you lifted me up from three feet underground
I expect no reply
My heart is safe
With stars inside
Somewhere past the moon
It can never be broken
Never hear the truth
Forgive me if I seem starstruck....
But I am
Pearls
Someday you will understand
She said
When you are older, more mature, grown up
Age has come without understandings
I expected them to pop out
Like pearls from a pez dispenser
I never knew how to work it
It seems the older I get, the less I understand
And I now forget the things
I originally wanted to know
To her the understanding came
The clink of ice at the bottom of a glass
In the haze she stopped asking questions
Yet, here I am asking and not understanding
Perhaps I am waiting
For her to get older, more mature, grown up
Maybe then she can explain it to me
Untitled
together
without words
in the deep stillness of morning...
first light streaming over hills
into a meadow world
open in ephemeral beauty...
we wander freely
through one another's souls
with tears and quiet elation
pausing to reverence
love unfolding dreamlike petals
sunlight's streaming heart
unbounded in giving...
bathing enraptured
our first awakening
together
Cora Whitmore 2001
Untitled
i awake in a sweet field
beneath an infinite canopy of starlight
flooding the seven directions...
a fathomless tide of suns and planets
coming into being and passing away...
near me
and far away in dreaming
the soft sound of your breath...
fragrant blossoms in the night...
the dark and pulsing
rhythms of flesh...
i listen...
there is no turning away
from this aching love
that has opened upon
the last hidden regions
of my soul...
the knowing eyes
that pierce my heart...
unyielding rush of senses...
root and blood of life...
as a tide of stars advances
in the deep chasm of night
with beating heart
against the quiet earth...
i reach for you...
Cora Whitmore 2001
A Child Should Never
Scraping and saving just to stay alive.
Borrowing and begging ,
Every day I swallowed my pride.
Struggling to survive.
I was left to get by on my own
And forced to wake each day,
With a heavy heart and a haunted mind.
The choice was mine, given only by default.
A child should never understand,
The feeling of hunger,
The endless fear of the night,
The emptiness the streets provide.
A child should never have to see...
Their child hood walk away,
Just so their soul can be free.
From the abuse of transferred anger.
A child should never have to seek...
Refuge and safety from a complete stranger.
Have to dig their food out of a trash can
At two a.m. when the pizza place closes for the night.
A child should never have to understand.
But there are many on our streets alone,
Teenagers lonely and dirty huddled in the dark...
Around bonfires they made of wood found on the road.
Battered and bruised,
Bitter and jaded, all with broken hearts.
Broken by dreams they once held sacred.
Torn by loyalties severed within the family.
Abused by the ones they once loved and trusted.
No matter the story of their misfortune,
They are all the same.
They are young and they are our future.
If we disregard them today ,
they will soon disregard us .
for it was they,
whom we had forsaken.
Scraping and saving just to stay alive.
Borrowing and begging ,
Every day I swallowed my pride.
Struggling to survive.
I must apologize.
I made you worry.
I closed my eyes
And cried, only to bury,
All that was haunting me.
My emotions are sometimes
Most times hard to handle.
Overwhelming, all consuming
I just swim in its fury
Till the storm fades.
I then pick up the peaces
Put everything back to where it was
I clean up my head and reorganize.
To wait for another hurricane
Another tornado of emotions.
I wait and plan on what to do when it hits.
My fall out shelter gets stronger
Sturdier each time they pass through.
So one day I won't even feel the rain.
Pouring its sadness, her feeling of failure.
Drenching me in this syrup of self-hatred.
When I sit in the eye of the storm
I am never good enough
I can't do anything right.
All I touch crumbles in desperate pieces.
Yet, when the clouds of peril lift...
I am an amazing woman.
One who can conquer all she sees
I am a woman with such grace and pride
Charming and witty. Beautiful and kind.
I am all that you wish could be yours.
Creative and resourceful
I am truly one in a million.
If you met me on a good day
You would know this to be true.
I am the true American dream.
I am strong and courageous.
I know I am an amazing woman,
But, only on my good days.
I am only human
And I have suffered
I have fallen and stumbled
To make my way through this world.
I may be broken every now and then.
My head is held high and I smile
When I compare what I was then
And who I am now.
you read me poems
as if singing lullabyes
your voice lilting and tender
calming and comforting
willing healing into my
mind heart soul
enveloping me in love's melody
a rhythm almost as powerful as
the embrace of your arms
I snuggle-up in your words and
dream of red poppies
yes, I dream
of other flowers as well
your body next to mine
warm lips at the base of my neck
wisps of hair
breasts pushing soft against my back
this is also a lullabye
wordless and delicate
this also heals
I snuggle-up in your gifts and
dream of lavendar vistas.