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Yesterday morning I was nervous as a hen, feeling the responsibility of showcasing your beautiful creations for the local community! I met Nicole, owner of Tierra, at noon and she ushered me onto the lovely back patio and garden. She had graciously gotten the cords up for the hanging early in the morning so it was ready to rock ‘n roll. My turn! Once again I found myself weeping (oh, my) as I arranged the scarves in what I found to be optimal display.

I had sorted all the scarves in piles according to colors the night before, so it was a far easier task, using the scarves as a palette as I chose which scarves to juxtapose. Very fun!

But why am I weeping? Nicole wonders. How do I possibly explain that she’s looking at scarves, but I’m looking at stories, at hearts, at spirits, at love woven from far away and now come together in this incredible collaborative exhibition? Oh, I felt you all so, I can’t begin to explain. So, thank you, is all I can say.

Nicole kindly snapped the photo at top after I’d gotten half the show up (see the relief on my face?). I relaxed into knowing it was all going to be fine, it would work, and I hung the remaining scarves in short order. Can you even begin to imagine the energy emanating from this outstanding collection?

OK, with the show up, it is time to get home, prepare Afghani food (close enough), which I’d tracked down with help from friend Brenda and had picked up last weekend at the Farmer’s Market. A contribution box was created, just in case, and some phone calls and email from inquiring folks were returned. What was most exciting to me was that one of our California knitters, Radiance, was planning on passing through town yesterday, so she was going to attempt to come to the show. Right on time they rang me from Tierra that she had arrived. I scrambled into my chosen outfit for the evening and rushed down excitedly to meet her. One of US! Here! And what a dear person, something I’d already ascertained by her two beautiful scarves, and her accompanying emails. Here’s dear Radiance with me at the start of the event.

Do we look happy? We are.

Radiance and her husband continued their journey, then, out to the coast, and other interesting people began to arrive. A man who had served in Peace Corps in Afghanistan. A friend of his who had done same. I was thrilled to meet folks who knew not only Greg’s work but also Rory Stewart’s and who had had experiences in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Then arrived a very dear older couple who had lived in Pakistan in the early 60’s! “We went to Gilgit! We didn’t even need oxygen!” Having just finished Thin Air, I could follow his thinking. And so it went throughout the evening. A woman named Melodee arrived with her precious granddaughter, Emma, from up north with an armload of scarves! “I knitted these last year,” was her explanation. I added them to the growing alternative pile of smaller scarves begun by Kusum’s schoolchildren and by JoAnn, the weaver in Ashland. Why not? Dave and wife Jean came by, whom some of you know as my dear next door neighbors. They were on their way to Thursday night squaredancing, but came to see the show on the way. So sweet. A schoolteacher came who told me she had read about the Korphe village schoolchildren in Three Cups of Tea to her own classroom of children.

We ate grapes. (Yes, they grow grapes in Pakistan!) We sipped wine. We laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. It was never too busy. It was a perfect flow of small groups of interested and interesting people the entire evening, which allowed for being fully present, never distracted, a perfect sendoff for our wonderful mutual creation.

I have Nicole to thank for her gracious and ever-so-willing and kind hospitality to welcome the Scarf Initiative into Tierra. What a fabulous, rich environment in which to display the scarves. Thank you, Nicole!


(Isn’t she adorable?)

Now, two things I must share. First, it had been my intention to share with people at last night’s event a video I had discovered in my ever present research of Pakistan. It had been created by a group of Pakistani popular singers and reminded me very much of our video “We Are the World.” Only, poignantly, the Pakistani version is “We are Pakistanis, and we are not who modern media would have you believe.” Indeed, the name of the video is “Yeh Hum Naheen” translated as “This Is Not Us.” Though I was able to contact the producer in the UK and he graciously tried to get a dvd to me to show last night, it was not in the cards, most likely because of busy lives and timing. I am therefore going to include here. The very beginning of this will have you thinking,”What is this??” but bear with the beginning, please, and see it through to the end. I was personally very touched, and both surprised and disappointed that while this vid is known in Europe, it has not made its way fully into America. Perhaps you will be seeing it here first.


(If you are unable to see here, please go to link.)
It is clear to me that every single one of you who has participated in this project, whether in thought, word or stitch by loving stitch, is reaching across the miles with a resounding, “We hear you, and here is our response.” Plant whatever brings you joy, my dears.

Lastly, I would also be remiss if I did not share a note I received from Mariassunta Lenotti, who is an Italian doctor who oversees the small clinic established in Askole village, erected as a tribute to a young Italian boy who scaled K2, only to fall to his death in his descent. I cannot begin to tell you how difficult it has been to secure data about Askole, so it was a very welcomed Godsend when Mariassunta, who was an expedition doctor, wrote back to me from Italy. She will return in spring, and I hope to keep a conversation going with her in future.

Dear Kathryn,
…I have been going to Askole since 1997 and before in 1996 as the doctor of an expedition to K2.
In the valley they don’t use to make a census of population, but I began to do this at Askole since about 3 years.
There are at the moment 630 people, seventy houses and about 230 children.
There is a big school with about 110 students, about 20 are girls. There is also a Koranic school.
They usually speak Balti’, but many people speak and read in Urdu and some also in English, so that they can understand if you write in one of these languages.
If you want to read some information about our dispensary at Askole and about our association, you can visit Amici di Lorenzo Association . During winter we are always present at Askole.

My best greetings,
Mariassunta

Thank you again, everyone, from the bottom of my heart.

With love and humble gratitude,
Kathryn xoxo
Footnote: please check in to this post for any last minute updates or photos! The next full post on this project will be photos of our girls with their scarves. We do not yet know how long that will take. Blessings on their passage!

Askole Dispensary

The above photo was just emailed to me by Mariassunta Lenotti, the doctor at Askole Dispensary, the first and only medical facility in Askole. Marissunta has provided me with the names of two of the teachers at the local small school whom she trusts. Hallelujah!

Radiance has sent two wonderful photos from the event! Great job, Radiance! Thank you!

Scarves at Tierra w/ grapevines in background

Scarves, other half, for full panorama!

Last scarves to arrive, just in the nick of time.

Christy’s scarf from NC; Dee’s scarf from OK
And here is what Melodee brought to the show and surprised me.

Thanks,Melodee!

December 2, 2008: Dear Readers, This morning I received word from Nazir Sabir’s office that the scarves have all safely arrived in Islamabad! I will keep you posted on delivery to Askole! Kathryn xoxo

December 14, 2008: Scarf Update: I have advised Nazir Sabir not to attempt anything resembling heroism in delivering the scarves to Askole village, but to wait until it is safe to traverse the Karakoram Hwy. The Fed.Ex. bill was paid and there were enough funds left over to purchase more caps and mittens, and one yellow knitted baby blanket ($4.99) which I could not resist. I am sending a second much smaller package this week to Islamabad with these items plus a few scarves that were brought to me at the last minute by a local woman, for which there was absolutely no room in the first box. I will create a new post when the scarves have all safely arrived. xoxo

January 12, 2009 The second package is being picked up by Fed. Ex. today. (I guess Christmas intervened!) There are 23 smaller scarves, ten caps, nine pairs of gloves and two baby blankets. I also sent a headscarf I purchased for the village woman who helps runs the Askole Medical Clinic with her husband, as a gift. Synchronistically awaiting me this morning was a note from Nazir Sabir’s asst. saying they think they will soon send someone up the Karakoram Hwy. to deliver everything. They are now awaiting the second box, which will probably arrive by this weekend. EXCITING! xoxoo

January 26, 2009 I received word that the second pkg. arrived safely in Islamabad and both boxes are being transported towards Askole now. I await word of safe passage. KH

February 9, 2009 The road is buried in snow. Delay expected. KH

April 16, 2009 The road now has mudslides and is still impassable. Have no fear! They will arrive!
We knew that winter would be a challenge. It always is. Love, Kathryn xoxo

Scarf Initiative: Countdown to Takeoff


Full story here. [Note: story has now been taken off UDJ archives. Please see link to same story picked up by allbusiness.com. KH]

Wednesday morning:

Tomorrow night’s event at Tierra is beginning with a splash: mine. Across the front page of the local paper. A bit unnerving, I have to admit. Someone reminded me that people need good news flashed across the front pages of papers and that put things more in perspective for my nervous ego. This is not about me. This is about us. Working together. And so we did. So there I am this morning, above the fold from all the stands, wrapped in the love and support of your wonderful creations, just as our Pakistani children will be when they are at last in their hands. So, thank you. And many thanks to Richard and Sarah for doing such a bang up job of covering the story.

I have already heard from two local women who want to contribute scarves for the project. (Fed. Ex. donation box at Tierra tomorrow night??) It’s bizarre needing to weigh the benefits of a better package against the ever looming (and growing) Fed. Ex. bill. My inclination is to continue to say, “Yes, thank you.”

Even as I am writing I hear a truck out front and it is Federal Express delivering five more scarves, from a lovely woman in NJ, Nancy, and her two friends. Gayle and Melissa. Nancy’s mom, who had wanted to contribute but found arthritic hands uncooperative included $25 more dollars towards shipping, bless her heart. I will include photos of these and (at least) two other scarves before week’s end.

My life has taken on a dreamlike quality, though I am mindful to stay grounded. I have not seen my dining room table in weeks. Thus this slightly out of focus tweaked photo seemed to speak to the situation.

I’m clear that one of the ways to continue to move gracefully through this Scarf Dance is to continue to share the blessings and challenges as they come. Today has been a really really good day. And tomorrow what I was thinking was The Last Scarf is arriving from Oklahoma. But this entire experience only grounds me further in the knowing that surrender is a good tool for Grand Dreams.

[OK, someone at the door at this very moment. It’s the mailman with Dee’s beautiful scarf from Oklahoma, and twenty dollars tucked among the threads. The Lord and Southern hearts provide. And the Universe and I have big smiles on our faces–OK, and maybe a few tears in our eyes.]

Thank you for walking with me in this project of the heart. Don’t forget to include Nazir Sabir in your prayers, for he is our Pakistani partner, and he is the one who has volunteered to see this through to the end of that road. Here is the road, again:

And here is Nazir Sabir’s precious rugged face. This is a man who spent the night near the summit of K2 (second tallest mountain on Earth) without a tent and survived. He has climbed Mount Everest and K2, and he is taking care to deliver our scarves. If you want something challenging done, get a kind hearted (internationally known!) mountaineer. (And if you want the expedition of a lifetime, email him!)

Thank you, dear readers. And thank you, Nazir Sabir.

Love and heartful blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Introducing Kuri Squash!

Don’t you just love this time of year?? As soon as I know Halloween is coming, I am swept up in a haze of orange that informs my every artistic endeavor through Thanksgiving (whereupon the palette will morph to reds and greens). The small table above, which graces my kitchen, has been standing as homage to the season. The afghan-turned-tablecloth, flipped upside down to its earthy, orangey-red and golden hues, bears witness to the bounty of fall. Five squashes have greeted me as I enter the kitchen: the homegrown pumpkins, the supermarket smaller versions, used as decoration and (ta da!) the kuri squash, a new and highly recommended addition to my fall repertoire!

One of the perks of visiting Oak Hill Farm was my introduction to kuri squash, which is that large orange ribbed squash sitting on the left in the photo above. Perhaps some of you are familiar with it but I was not. Apparently it’s known by a variety of names including Japanese squash, orange hokkaido and uchiki kuri squash, and it would appear we have the Japanese to thank for its development. I’m certain I was ready to try this squash because of its seeming similarity to pumpkin. What I had not anticipated was that I am finding it a far superior squash to pumpkin, and I was most anxious to share the good news with you, hoping you will be able to find it among your local farmer’s markets and give it a try!

The kuri squash that is in the above photo has since been poked with an apple corer [the thought of an exploding squash in my oven gives me great pause] and was baked in a 375 degree F. oven for over an hour, until being stabbed with a fork met with no resistance. I removed it from the oven and allowed it to cool slightly, and then was delighted to find the skin could be pulled off very easily. I sliced it in quarters, removed the seeds and popped the quarters in the Cuisinart. I was utterly amazed to discover that the puree was undoubtedly THE best squash I have ever eaten in my life. I didn’t even want to adulterate it with any seasonings whatsoever. No. I wanted to sit down with a spoon and feast on it, is what I wanted to do. Oh, YUM! Unbelieveably sweet and refined. I refrained from my hungry pangs as I recognized immediately how delicious it would be as a baked alternative to traditional sweet potatoes (no need to add the sugar!) and measured out the puree into two equal portions of two cups each and spooned each portion into freezer bags, saved for Christmas, when Antonia will be coming up and celebrating the holiday with me. (Yay!)

So I called my Darling Daughter and told her at length of the virtues of kuri squash and promised her if I ran into any more in the near future I would send one down. Ask and ye shall receive. Yesterday when I ventured down to a (larger) farmer’s market in Sonoma County I was delighted to find an organic farmer with an abundance of kuri squashes! Hallelujah!

I’ve already popped the smaller one in the oven as I’m dying to try combining two recipes to “see if it works”–and if it does, I promise to share Thanksgiving week. And the second one will go in a box and sent down to Darling Daughter, as she plans to cook a turkey for friends.

May the spirit of the holidays be gracing your hearts and homes. I leave you with an image from the front of my house. I light them each morning to cheer early morning risers and each evening to kindle the spirit of the season.

Love and season’s blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

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