Saturday, December 26, 2015
Leaving Home
Being at Hasera has been a great experience, and I feel close to the family. After being there for about a month, I left. I decided to leave for a few reasons. First, I guess, is simple entropy; all things come to an end and I had to leave eventually. Second, I met an American girl named Sam who told me about her friend who lives in Gorkha who has a very unique farm (more on this later...) and I wanted to squeeze it in before I go. And also, I went to go see my didi (older sister, in the Nepali sense) who just got a student visa for the US.
That is the the main reason that I left when I did. Applying for the visa was a sort of slim-chance kind of thing, and to everyone's surprise she got it. It came almost out of the blue. Next thing anyone knew, a ticket was cut and she only had a week left in Nepal. So I went to spend a couple days with her before she went.
So I said my goodbyes at Hasera and hopped on a bus back to Kathmandu. Everyone definitely felt a mix of emotions. Congratulations were in order and excitement for the future, but also there was also sadness at the prospect of her leaving home, and so suddenly at that. I was feeling it especially hard. Other people maybe didn't get why I was getting so sentimental. "This is a big opportunity," and "Oh, you'll get to see her in America". Besides the fact of geography (she's going to St. Louis, not exactly a quick drive down for me...), I know firsthand how hard it is being a Nepali immigrant in the US, and opportunity though it may seem, it isn't exactly what people think it will be. Plus, being in back in Nepal I've learned how important family is, and how important it is to be surrounded by culture. For my didi there's a different dimension of struggle in store, aside from just a material struggle: being an immigrant in the US is a psychological and spiritual struggle. I guess you could say I was feeling preemptively homesick for her.
Well anyway she has gone now; the giant metal bird has hopped the continents. And whatever happens is her's to experience. For my part, I'm getting on a bus to Gorkha.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Eco Pads
There is a small workshop near the front of the farm here at Hasera. In this workshop a group of women make 100% cotton, reusable, eco-friendly pads.
The shop, called LoveLady, was started by a Taiwanese woman, Claire, who came to Hasera to do a permaculture training, and then worked with Govinda to develop the idea of using locally sourced organic cotton to produce products for women to use when they are having their periods. The workshop employs five women from the village, who make pads, pantyliners, and hot water bottle covers.
In Govinda's own words, "As women are the major stakeholders to implement permaculture in their households, women's health promotion is one of the major needs for the promotion of permaculture in the village."
Claire sells the pads in shops here in Nepal, Taiwan, and California, as well as here at Hasera. The pads come in a variety of shapes, sizes, styles, and colors. Washable, reusable, and having a life of three years, they are a great natural and sustainable alternative to more common disposable pads.
The shop, called LoveLady, was started by a Taiwanese woman, Claire, who came to Hasera to do a permaculture training, and then worked with Govinda to develop the idea of using locally sourced organic cotton to produce products for women to use when they are having their periods. The workshop employs five women from the village, who make pads, pantyliners, and hot water bottle covers.
In Govinda's own words, "As women are the major stakeholders to implement permaculture in their households, women's health promotion is one of the major needs for the promotion of permaculture in the village."
Claire sells the pads in shops here in Nepal, Taiwan, and California, as well as here at Hasera. The pads come in a variety of shapes, sizes, styles, and colors. Washable, reusable, and having a life of three years, they are a great natural and sustainable alternative to more common disposable pads.
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| The women in the workshop |
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| Pantyliners, just one of the products made here |
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| The front of the shop |
Monday, November 30, 2015
(insert bee pun)
Today something remarkable happened. As I was cutting some
steel bars to make new windows for one of the buildings, I noticed a strong
droning sound. There are two beehives here at Hasera, so it was I sound I was
used to. But today it was much louder than usual. I went to see what was up,
and saw a huge number of bees swarming around one of the beehives. Govinda and
Vishnu (one of the workers on the farm) were there throwing water and wood ash
into the swarm. You could hear the drone from all over the farm.
I asked Govinda what was happening and he told me that the
hive was splitting. Every so often (once or twice a year), a healthy, growing
hive will split. A queen is born, and if there are enough bees to follow her
out, they go in search of a spot to build a new hive. Thousands of bees were
flying around looking for a new place to make home. We threw water and wood ash
to irritate the swarm, so that they would quickly settle somewhere near.
Otherwise, the queen may travel miles before settling down. When exposed to
such irritants the swarm will settle quickly and nearby.
Sure enough the bees began to swarm around and collect on a
nearby tree. Having predicted which tree they would land on (Govinda is that
good), we had placed a basket smeared with honey on a branch. The bees started
investigating the basket, and then Vishnu started gently nudging the bees in.
The queen herself (who is all you really need) is nearly impossible to pick
out, but based on the movements of the swarm you can guess her location. Once
in the basket, the queen and her entourage are escorted to a new hive.
This whole process is more of an art than a science and it
requires quick thinking and calmness. It’s easy to get quite excited being
surrounded by so many bees zipping about, but stillness of mind is the name of
the game. You must come to terms with the fact that you probably won’t get
stung, but you absolutely could. Today it went pretty smoothly (the only
casualty being Govinda, who got stung on his lip…) and now there are three
hives at Hasera.
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| Vishnu collecting the bees in the basket |
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| Somewhere in there is the queen |
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| Govinda smearing honey on the walls of the new hive, a sort of housewarming gift |
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Hasera
Here in the mid-hills of Nepal, in the district of Kavre, in
a little village called Patlekhet, is a farm called Hasera. The name Hasera
comes from three colors: Hariyo (green) Setho (white) Ratho (red). Hariyo is for
fruits and veggies, white is for dairy products, and red is for meat products.
Ha Se Ra.
But Hasera is not really a production farm. Hasera is
primarily a training and research farm. It was started some twenty years ago by
Govinda Sharma and his wife Mithu. After studying agriculture in the
Netherlands, Govinda started the farm using the principles of permaculture and
his own traditional Nepali farming background. Govinda and Mithu conduct many
different trainings, from three-day organic farming courses for local farmers
to a fourteen-day comprehensive International Permaculture Design Course (which
has so far had members from seventy-four different countries).
Besides the trainings, Govinda conducts research on the farm
and in the surrounding area. Studying which varieties of crops give the best
yields in this area, testing different methods of irrigation, and documenting
the use of chemicals and their effects in the village farms, this research is
done to benefit the farming communities in Patlekhet and the surrounding areas.
Govinda also has a quite extensive seed bank of local varieties of crops, and
encourages the farmers in the area to avoid hybrid and GMO seeds, in addition
to raising awareness about the effect of chemical pesticides and fertilizers on
the land and people.
Hasera also has many volunteers, foreign and Nepali (or in
my case foreign and Nepali) come through to learn, help out, and exchange
ideas. I will be here for about three or four weeks, hopefully to get a taste
of the practice of permaculture.
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| The front of the farm with the nursery below |
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| Waste not! Compost toilets mean all our human waste is used in the garden |
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| Different varieties of local barley |
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| View from the top of the farm, with the valley below |
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| Water collection pond behind the animal shed |
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| Building a terrace |
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| Finished product |
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| The front patio (AKA Zone 0) |
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Musings
After about a month and some change, I left the Farm House in Kapan on the second day of Tihar. I celebrated the holiday with my family and then afterwards I made the journey to my next destination in Kavre, to the village of Patlekhet.
Leaving Kapan was difficult. After spending a month I very much felt at home there. What's more, I really felt like a part of the family. Living, eating, and working alongside the people there really brought me close to them. And I could tell that they felt close to me too. Many foreigners and volunteers come and go through the Farm House, but perhaps because I am Nepali there was more of a frankness and an openness in our relationships. Whatever it was, by the end I felt completely a part of the ecology there, like the farm house had completely accepted me.
The funny thing is, this feeling really only felt solid the last couple of days. That's not to say that I didn't feel at home the rest of the time, rather I didn't realize how much the place was a home to me until the very end. At any given moment I was simply thinking about which plants needed water, or how many beds needed to be dug, or maybe how beautiful the sunset was (the sunsets at Kapan were soooo beautiful). And sometimes I couldn't help but focus on the more challenging aspects. It was only upon looking back that I realized how incredibly I adapted to the rhythms of the Farm House. I thought about how different things were compared to when I was just starting. How much more naturally I moved and worked, how much more sure my footfalls were. I realized how much I valued the presence of all the humans (and non-humans) there, and how much they had come to value mine.
Maybe that's what home is like: the kind of place where you fit in so naturally that you don't even realize it; you don't even conceive of yourself as separate. Maybe the feeling of truly being at home is the kind of thing that I can only feel looking back, only realizing after the fact how much a part of something I was.
I don't know. But anyway, I've said my farewells to Kapan and I am off to Patlekhet. Another post is coming soon but until then you check out the place I'm staying at here,
Leaving Kapan was difficult. After spending a month I very much felt at home there. What's more, I really felt like a part of the family. Living, eating, and working alongside the people there really brought me close to them. And I could tell that they felt close to me too. Many foreigners and volunteers come and go through the Farm House, but perhaps because I am Nepali there was more of a frankness and an openness in our relationships. Whatever it was, by the end I felt completely a part of the ecology there, like the farm house had completely accepted me.
The funny thing is, this feeling really only felt solid the last couple of days. That's not to say that I didn't feel at home the rest of the time, rather I didn't realize how much the place was a home to me until the very end. At any given moment I was simply thinking about which plants needed water, or how many beds needed to be dug, or maybe how beautiful the sunset was (the sunsets at Kapan were soooo beautiful). And sometimes I couldn't help but focus on the more challenging aspects. It was only upon looking back that I realized how incredibly I adapted to the rhythms of the Farm House. I thought about how different things were compared to when I was just starting. How much more naturally I moved and worked, how much more sure my footfalls were. I realized how much I valued the presence of all the humans (and non-humans) there, and how much they had come to value mine.
Maybe that's what home is like: the kind of place where you fit in so naturally that you don't even realize it; you don't even conceive of yourself as separate. Maybe the feeling of truly being at home is the kind of thing that I can only feel looking back, only realizing after the fact how much a part of something I was.
I don't know. But anyway, I've said my farewells to Kapan and I am off to Patlekhet. Another post is coming soon but until then you check out the place I'm staying at here,
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| Goodbye Cancho Dai, Moto Dai, Parvati Didi, Ama, Sandip, Bandi, Kesang, Yankila, and Mila |
Monday, November 16, 2015
Tihar
This past week has been the festival of Tihar, the second
most important holiday after Dashain. Tihar is a five day festival that started
on Monday.
Each day of the holiday is dedicated to a different animal.
Monday was Kaag Pooja (crow day) where people gave pooja (offerings) to the
crows of Kathmandu, placing plates of rice and sweets for them. The next day
was Kukur Pooja (dog day). People honor their own pets and also invite the
stray dogs of Kathmandu (of which there are many) into their homes. Dogs are given
malas (garlands of flowers) and tikas (a mark on the forehead signifying
sacredness) and are offered all sorts of treats. Wednesday was Gai Pooja (cow
day) where cows are celebrated. This day is also Lakshmi Pooja, where the goddess
Lakshmi is honored. Thursday was Goru Pooja (bull day) where the male bovines
get some love.
The final animal celebrated was on Friday, which is Bhai
Tika (younger brother day). On this day brothers are honored by their older
sisters (who sometimes probably consider them animals). In Nepal the
brother/sister relationship is broadened to include first cousins. I took time
off starting on Lakshmi Pooja to celebrate the holiday with my family. I am
pretty young in my family so I had six older sisters give me blessings. During
Bhai Tika gifts are also exchanged.
Another pretty cool part of the festival is Lakshmi Pooja.
On this day people make beautiful circular patterns (rangoli) out of colored
sand in front of their houses. People also light candles and oil lamps and
drape lights over their homes (this part of the festival is also called
Diwali). They leave their doors open and draw paths out of red clay from the
rangoli to the inside of their houses in order to invite Lakshmi, the goddess
of prosperity, into their homes. Young people take this opportunity to go from
house to house playing music and singing and dancing, for which they receive sweets
and money. This is also the festival of fireworks!
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| The nights are lit up during Tihar |
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| It's a good time to be a dog in Kathmandu |
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| Gai Pooja, honoring cows |
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