The Scarf Initiative: The Little Project That Could!

Well, dearest readers, we did it! Seventy warm, beautiful scarves, four precious hats and 15 pairs of socks will shortly be on their way to Islamabad! How can I begin to thank all of you who labored with love stitch by endless stitch thinking all the while of those disadvantaged little girls who will soon own something to help keep them warm through the long deep dark winters of the Northern Areas of Pakistan? And mind you, own something nearly unimaginable. Try to fathom that one. Our benefactor on the other end of this long journey awaits these scarves with open heart and benevolent will to be certain our gifts arrive in those dear little hands in remote Askole village. This morning I received a letter from Nazir Sabir, our partner in this endeavor. He writes:

“Your update on Scarf Initiative has given us to believe that there are people who still think for other than their own selves. It is indeed heartening to learn that so many people are involved in this noble task and their eagerness to help children of north is commendable. The people in your community have done a wonderful job and a great contribution to protect and provide warmth to these deserving girls…I’ll arrange for my own office representative who is also from the same area to go and personally distribute in person. He will be asked to take pictures while handling them and also while the girls wearing their beautiful scarves– we will send those photographs soon after we get them here. Once again thank you for your kind gesture. We look forward to receiving the scarves and to continue the good work by contributing our humble share.”

I found this very touching. Remember, Nazir Sabir owns and maintains an expedition company in Pakistan. If you or anyone you know is interested in mountaineering and trekking he’s the go to man. Pakistan’s mountains are among the highest and most beautiful on the planet Earth. Maybe one of you will someday go to Askole village and meet some of our girls! You never know!

Young girl in Askole village during summer

Speaking of Askole, cousin Julie excitedly emailed me last week and suggested I use Google Earth to find Askole. I thought this was a splendid idea. Here’s what I did. I found Islamabad first. Then Skardu, as you must go to Skardu to get to Askole. And then I went to Askole. Stunning journey. You must try! It puts a whole new perspective on our project, I assure you!

Meanwhile I have been going to the post office daily checking for boxes. The tellers at the post office are following the adventure! “Three more scarves, Kathryn!” they’d call as I entered the doors. (This is the advantage of living in a small town.) Some of you will be aware that I religiously posted photos of the scarves for quite some time on the last post update. The balance follow. I invite you to drink in their beauty!


Cynthia, Jenny and Geri’s scarves


Radiance’s scarves from CA and Bee’s scarf from AZ

Kathy’s scarf from Iowa and Dorothy’s scarf from Utah


Claire’s scarves from CA and Elly’s scarf from PA

Barbara’s scarf from MD, Cynthia’s scarf from OR, Nancy’s scarf from Canada

Linda’s scarf from VT, Deb’s scarf from TX, Barbara’s scarf from Canada

Tahera’s 10 scarves from MD! (Oh, yes, she did!)

Kusum and her friend’s scarves from MD

Now wait until you see this! Kusum happens to be a teacher. She told her children about the Scarf Initiative and inspired them and they set to work knitting for the Pakistani schoolgirls! My favorite part of this story is the little boy who fashioned knitting needles out of chopsticks! Here are their contributions. How dear is this??? (Note, I’ve included large one from mother Tahera in this grouping.)

Kusum’s classroom kids’ scarves (and large one from Tahera), from MD

Now here was a twist. I had received email from Deb in TX asking if it was OK for her mom to make some scarves of fleece. In California fleece means sheeps’ wool, and it will be spun. I said, “Sure!” Wasn’t I surprised to learn when I opened the package that in Texas fleece means polartec! What I decided to do was to combine these six red scarves with the contents of the next package I will share, and have that special package be “for the boys.” Who knows how it will actually go, but that’s what I’m projecting! Here’s are Deb’s mom’s warm, soft offerings. Mmmm. Polartec! Brilliant!


Then this other package arrived with not just a scarf, but these wonderful treasures.


Gorgeous socks and caps from Linda in VT. (Yes, I do want those red socks! How did you know?? But I will be good and send them along to someone who needs them far more than I!)

I am trying to find someone who can help me write “These are for the boys” in Urdu or Balti. Let’s see how that goes. Oh, wait! I just remembered. Balti does not have a written language. It is an oral tradition. Well, that’s not handy. How about a photo of a little boy wearing one of the caps and a red scarf? Yes, I can do that. Thank God for imagery.

Now, here is a surprise. It was a surprise to me, too. As I trekked to the post office and opened these incredible gifts and placed them carefully in ever-growing stacks on the dining room table I gradually realized there was no way I could just put them all in a box and close the lid and send them off, unseen, to Pakistan. I grabbed a stack of scarves and went down to see my friend Nicole who owns and runs Tierra Art Garden Wine, a beloved local watering hole (sporting a lovely garden patio) and said, “We have to show these to the community. Can I have an evening?” Bless her heart, she simply opened her calendar and pronounced an available date. So! The evening of November 20th the scarves are all going on display at Tierra, which is as precious a corner as you would like to imagine! And the local paper wants to write about it as “an inspiring story.” Isn’t that amazing? I so wish each of you could be there. Just know your contributions will be acknowledged here in a small town in California (and the dream lives on).

And the morning of November 21st the scarves will say goodbye to California and continue their long journey to Pakistan.

I will take great pleasure in posting photos of the girls with their scarves as soon as I receive. Please be patient. It is already winter in Pakistan, the Karakorum Highway is undoubtedly ridden with fallen rocks and slides, and flights from Islamabad to Skardu, due to weather and tall mountains, are rough under any circumstances. (I am currently reading Thin Air by Greg Child, a trekker, who reported a story that folks trying to get into Skardu on a plane were turned back mid-flight fourteen times! It’s a different reality.) It would be wonderful if you visualize that all the scarves enter Pakistan effortlessly and arrive in Askole with remarkably little fuss to happy surprised children.

Thank you so much, dear readers, for joining me in this wonderfully creative and heartful venture! If your notes are any indication you’ve found this project as uplifting and inspiring as I. It has been my honor to receive your gorgeous gifts and to pass them along to these precious children. We also owe Nazir Sabir a huge thank you for his kind and generous support! Thank you, Nazir Sabir! And thank you again my dear dear readers far and wide!

Love and many blessings, in gratitude,
Kathryn xoxo

PS: Special thanks to those who included extra $ for the Fed. Ex. shipment. I think I have enough. I’ll find out soon! I’m awaiting three “late” scarves. When they arrive I will take everything to be weighed for a final tally! –I’ve just added fifteen pairs of little gloves (from Ross) after receiving a letter from Bruce Hagan, of Global Medical Rescue Services, who runs an expedition medical clinic in Askole in July. He says, “For the most part their clothing is very worn and tattered…Scarves, mittens, socks and hats will all be valued items.”

Little baby gloves, $1 apiece at Ross (Come ON!)

Doesn’t it just make you weep? I am determined to help. Thank you for helping me adopt Askole’s children. Clearly it could not be done without each of you. If you want to add anything it is not too late, as long as it’s here by the 20th. Any extra $ will go to more mittens! xoxoo


Small children in Askole

Field Trip: Oak Hill Farm

It’s right about this time of year that I begin thinking of meandering over to Oak Hill Farm, not only for their abundant choices of splendid organic vegetables, but because they have an annual tradition of creating the most wonderful altar in honor of Day of the Dead, which we are inclined in California to celebrate, our Waspy customs being marinated with the prior (and current) inhabitants, our Hispanic companion citizens. It’s a rich melding. So it was with happy anticipation that I played hooky on Thursday and drove down county to Sonoma, out through Valley of the Moon, into the long drive of Oak Hill Farm, parking just outside the big red barn that serves as store to the many wonderful creations of the farm.

Oak Hill Farm is over fifty years old, and consists of 45 acres of productive farmland set on 700 acres of protected wildlands. Each time I visit my spirits are enriched enormously and Thursday was no exception. I stepped inside the red barn hoping the annual tradition would still be intact. I was not disappointed!

A very creative addition this year were wonderful “curtains” of roped marigolds that framed each side of the altar–an orange curtain on the left; a golden curtain on the right.

This stringing of marigolds draws from the Hispanic tradition of wearing marigold necklaces in honor of the departed.

Handily, Oak Hill Farm had a flyer for customers explaining a bit about The Day of the Dead. It reads, “The Day of the Dead is a tradition started by the Aztecs. It is based on the belief that right after the harvest, the souls of the dead (including pets) can visit their relatives in the living world. Candlelight, vibrant colors, lively music, fragrant flowers, spicy foods and cherished mementos guide souls to their specially prepared altar, so they can eat and visit with their family.”

Indeed, the folks at Oak Hill Farm had lovingly placed photos of their departed loved ones on the altar with attending candles present. It was very endearing, I must say.

Turning my attention to the red barn’s other treasures, I was overwhelmed with the beauty and aesthetics in which I found myself surrounded. This same loving care and artistry is extended to every corner of the red barn store. It is a photographer’s dream, though I must confess the subdued lighting was a challenge almost beyond my skills. I share with you the best of what I was able to capture.


Gorgeous bouquets just adjacent to the altar…

Buckets of freshly picked zinnias


Organic vegetables beautifully displayed


Wreathes for which Oak Hill Farm is known and cherished

Festive seasonal pomegranates

Rich display of turban gourds with sunflower heads

Mini gourds on mirror

Lovely, simple, autumnal centerpiece

You can imagine that by now I was nearly sated with beauty! However, I can never go to Oak Hill Farm without poking my nose into the other half of the red barn, which is technically not open to the public, but, hello? the door is open and I have a camera in my hand. This is where much of the magic begins.

Doesn’t this look inviting? And here’s one more, where herbs are drying. Don’t you just love this?

Yes, Otto and Ann Teller, creators of Oak Hill Farm (Otto now being honored with altar, I must add) had a dream. Its magic prevails on every level. I am grateful for their vision and hard work and due diligence to have created such a wonderful oasis of beauty and purity of spirit. I’m glad I am able to share a bit with you. I now prepare to leave the farm. By the register I am captured again by the whimsy and creativity of these sugar skeletons made by local children to raise funds for their school.

Preparing to leave, I step outside and breathe deeply. Rain is in the air. I allow myself time to ponder the field adjacent to the red barn, admiring the amaranth and dipping sunflowers.

I love this area. I lived close by for many years. I turn to my car and my patiently awaiting Border Collies, Ruby and Conner, and head on down the winding road. I’ll be back next year. For sure.

Love and seasonal blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Book Notes: Creating Sacred Space with Feng Shui

I don’t know about you but right about this time of year I’m thinking deep cleaning. I’m thinking company is coming for the holidays. I’m thinking about how much longer I can count on warm fall days, for, say, drying curtains and rugs or blankets in the sun. Not much longer, that’s for sure. So I am being certain to capitalize on this time so I don’t miss the gifts of the moment. This is that time of year when I’m eyeing the shed and mentally taking stock of decorations packed away in boxes. I’m haunting home decor shops looking for that oh-so-special tablecloth and the perfect candles for the dining room table that will grace us with their presence setting the tone for the beauty and harmony I always aim to create. I’m taking a closer look at areas that might have gotten the “lick and a promise” as I hurried to complete tasks so that I could get to others. And with this deep renewal I quite naturally reach for a longtime favorite book, which has guided my actions to some extent or other for several years now, and that would be Karen Kingston’s classic book Creating Sacred Space with Feng Shui. I have relied on this book for years, and imagine I will continue to do so, as it is such a rich resource and reminder that I will never tire of rereading and continuing to integrate the lessons into my daily life. The girl knows her stuff.

I think one of the reasons I immediately resonated with Karen’s writings is that she was energy sensitive. To have developed one’s energy sensitivity gives one a distinct leg up in getting a grip on one’s environment. The subtitle of Karen’s book leads the way: Learn the Art of Space Clearing and Bring New Energy into Your Life. I can distinctly testify that if one learns the art of clearing out the old outdated no-longer-relevant energies in one’s life, a way is opened for the new, the pertinent, and your life will change. I promise.

What I find particularly fun in feng shui is the concept of the bagua, kind of a map one superimposes in one’s mind over one’s living space,using whatever door you use as the front door as a starting and reference point. Here’s a bagua:

So, standing at the front door (i.e., the door you use to come and go–are you listening?) put this “map” in front of you and then use your imagination to superimpose the bagua over your house. Do you see where the rooms would fall? Now look at the qualities ascribed to that room.

Now here’s the thing. Your mind could easily be saying right about now, “Uh, I don’t believe in this stuff.” And that’s OK. You don’t need to. What I can tell you is this–just pretend you do. Then engage in the process. And see where it takes you. What if the far back left hand corner really does affect your good fortune? I’m inviting you to suspend judgment on the system and Play the Game and see what happens. I’ll tell you what happens to me: I start caring about what is in all those areas. I might put a plant in the far back left hand corner. Or a crystal. Or something that speaks to life. Something beautiful. And so it goes. Room by room.

One of the things I learned early reading this book was the importance of the front yard. I fully integrated in my mind that the front yard is the place where I interface with the community, with the world at large. How am I presenting myself? How available am I? Could I be found, maybe not literally, but energetically? Are there branches blocking the flow? Is there a clear path to my door? Is it inviting?

One of my favorite questions to ask when I’m engaged in a clearing out process was given to me by a girlfriend, Brenda, who was learning about feng shui as well. I never forget it. “Would you buy it in a store today?” Wow. While it’s OK to hang on to things from our past that have sentimental value, does your wardrobe, for example, represent who you are NOW? Because a good part of feng shui is getting current and being current.

Another aspect of “being current” is to be sure that all repairs are completed in your house. Also, try to develop your consciousness to be attuned to those annoying little things that are energy wasters or energy annoyers, like doors that don’t quite close properly, or keys that you must always look for. Or dog water dishes that are too small and thus need filling more often than you’d like. (Yes, I did that.) Streamline, streamline! Ask, “Is this flowing?” If not, take the time to make the adjustment. All those old adages have value. A place for everything and everything in its place. Cleanliness is next to Godliness. It’s true!

Karen offers this perspective about feng shui: “Feng Shui offers hope. It offers the means to reconnect and bring the sacredness into our lives.” What a worthy endeavor, and what better time than now?

Love and blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

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