reality

It's been a week now that I been travelling Rwanda. I've met those in utter poverty and chronic sickness, the middle class and the wealthy. Most of the time has been with the poor and it is hard to express the juxtaposition of their complete faith in God's salvation and the endless knowledge of no way out.

These beautiful ladies greet me each day with a hug, lots of smiles and love. They say "yes'ashimwe" to me and I reply "ahimbazwe". "praise Jesus", "let him be praised". They believe in their heart of hearts this is the best way to give and have hope. And their lives are in a cycle of constant battle on every front. They are sick in the belly from bad water, some have HIV, most are always in a state of feeling ill. Charcoal pills take away the belly aches for awhile. The poor are fighting for their lives.

I am a Christian and so their undying faith is not foreign to me. I feel His strength in my own life and that goodness will always come from difficulty and sorrow.

As I scrubbed my clothes tonight in a tub and felt the ache in my back, it was tenfold for their ache. My stomach aches because theirs do. My heart is full because theirs is for our being together.

This is Diana, she is sick today. Her throat is swollen and she has a headache.
She's on antibiotics and will improve.

Thanks for listening....be thankful.

throw down your heart

A large part of my trip to Rwanda is being with these woman to help open up some new color options in their dye work. It is a collaboration with True Vineyard Ministries, a counseling and support system that works with 35 woman who come to the center each day to process, by hand, naturally dyed yarns from their small flock of sheep and in turn they get paid to support themselves and their families. I have brought seeds for them to plant for their own garden which you can see in the background. Until the seeds grow we will dye with the raw dyestuffs such as madder root, weld, indigo and cochineal. For the dyes they can't obtain I will provide and hopefully get others involved with donations to the project. They are presently dyeing with eucalyptus, coreopsis and herb plants they also use for stomach illnesses.

We started the day with an introduction to the week's work.

Simon, to my right who is the country director for TVM, translated for me from English to Kinyarwa.

Faustin, to my left, is the farm manager.

The ladies all welcomed me with a singing prayer that was beautiful.

Here the ladies are looking at what cochineal bugs look like.

Their days are spent like this.

Washing the raw wool, picking the dried locks, carding into rolags to spin,

spinning the yarn and then dyeing it.

It's a peaceful place that will also burst out in prayer, song and dance.

The ladies are struggling with a number of issues; poverty and sickness always

run throughout and there are tears for the fears.

At the end of the day the ladies wanted to dance and so did I.

Virginia, the dyer, took my hands. They sang a welcome song.

A wonderful start to the week.

This morning the dyework begins.

 

There are lots of hugs, smiles and warmth from the ladies.

They always find the strength for that. Amazing.

heading north

We had the good fortune to be guests at a traditional Rwandan wedding.

On the street outside the host home it was a mix of guests and townspeople.

Most exciting for all.

The fashions were elegant



 



 

I made friends with this group of young ones as we waited.

 

There are three parts to a Rwandan wedding; this day takes 4 hours.

It is acted out as a play with family members taking the parts to reenact

the course of events beginning with the fathers agreeing to the marriage, traditional dances, the cows owner and shepherd singing, playing flutes and dancing, right though the bartering for how many cows the grooms family shall give the bride. It was a marvelous play full of laughter and love. We were served Fanta soda as we all sat for the 3.5 hours. Then there was a feast of rices, potato dishes, roasted bananas with beans, meats in delicious sauces and more.

 

The beautiful bride and groom.

 Katie and I left Kigal's heat and bustle and headed

north to Munsanze, Ruhengeri specific.

The taxi drive took about two hours and wound up through

the rugged terrain of central Rwanda. The land is

full of crops and farming, goats, cooler air and less congestion.

 A common way to transport anything and everything.

This is dried wood that will be used for cooking sources.

 

This fellow is holding on to

the back of the truck to hitch a ride up the hill.

 

Further north 

 

Croplands are tiered to avoid erosion. At the base you can

see brown crop squares. There are water channels that divide the squares

that are beneficial for watering the crops.

Along the way I saw a farmer standing in a trench bucketing water

onto one such plot. 

 

Fishing

We got settled at Katie's home, complete with a sheep who grazes the yard outside our door, a beautiful yellow lab, a hen and many food gardens.

We then walked the 20 minutes to market to get

fresh produce and necessities. With a very dark sky looming

and two most heavy shopping sacks we opted to catch rides with two motos back to the house(motocycle taxis, see them in the 1st photo above).

Great fun and the most efficient way to get around.

There is a driver and you take the place behind,

strap on the helmut (the law) and off you go. 5 minute ride, 300 francs or $0.45.

Life is good! The dyeing begins this week.



waking up in Rwanda

My first days in Rwanda have been beyond words. It's a beautiful place full of color, heat, warmth from the people I have met yet also incredibly jarring. Katie and I are staying outside Kigali for a few days at one of her dear friend's farm. Our first morning we awoke to early singing as the women sift the chaff from a crop of dried beans.

The great aunt, who is blind, still does the work as well.

The crops that are drying, which are common to the area,

are sorghum (shown here), beans and soy beans.



Today we joined Katie's colleagues for a home visit to 

a client in the hills of Kigali. International Justice Mission is partnering

with the Rwanda legal system to intervene in child sexual assualt.

This was a view along the way.



This little one greeted me when we arrived at our visit.





There is a goodness here....it is joyful yet incredibly heartbreaking.

This journey has just begun.

into Africa

I am winging off to Africa in the morning.

Rwanda specific.

We moved the flock to a fresh pasture this morning

and dear Crystal still takes the last position

but she sure does love the trek.

She and I travel along together

ever so slow but with focus on the reward.

Fresh grass.



I will be landing in Kigali and traveling west and north with Katie.

She has been living there for almost 2 years as a

volunteer with True Vineyard Ministries, a non-profit business employing 35 widows

identified as the most vulnerable women in their communities

I have sent in seeds for dye plants and carry a bag full of natural dyes, fabric, string, and thread.

Options to assist this group of 35 widows of the Rwandan genocide who

are finding their way to support themselves and their families

in the aftermath. It has been almost 20 years but the pain is ever-present.

They are working to forgive in a culture of silence.

 

I am packed, but still incredulous and awestruck as I head east/southeast across the

pond and a very large Sahara.

 

 



symplocos in stock ~ dried leaf mordant

 

Long Ridge Farm is pleased to be a retail partner

in this most exciting project.

The Plant Mordant Project offers natural dyers a unique opportunity to avoid mordants produced by industrial processes and make reliable colors 100% from plants. Powdered leaf from Symplocos trees can replace alum in conventional natural dye recipes and produce some exciting new colors. Natural dyers already chose plant dyes over synthetic dyes because they are aligned with their values, and the Plant Mordant Project offers an opportunity to extend the expression of these values by also using a plant-sourced mordant.

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At its source, the Plant Mordant Project builds partnerships for sustainability with rainforest communities and indigenous textile artists in Indonesia. Through its sourcing and sales of Indonesia’s traditional plant-sourced dye mordant, the Bebali Foundation (www.bebali.org) alleviates rural poverty and empowers women, saves rainforests, and supports the traditional textile arts. The Bebali Foundation brings to this project a decade of experience in the fields of conservation, indigenous culture, and rural livelihoods, while its partnerships with the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew and the Indonesian Forestry Department, and its funding from the Ford Foundation bring world class scientific rigor and accountability.

 

I did a number of tests to confirm satisfaction in using symplocos

as a mordantand these silk scarves performed

with perfection at just 30% symplocos on the weight of the fabric. 

The reds are dyed with madder and the yellows with weld.



 I did a wool test with two skeins of our CVM/Romeldale 100% wool.

Both skeins are dyed with cochineal at 3%.

The left skein is mordanted with symplocos at

100% on weight of fiber and cream of tartar at 1.5%,

the right skein at 50%, no cream of tartar..

Vibrancy shows in both skeins

with minimal difference of saturation.

Symplocos gives the natural dyer a start to finish
natural process. It is simple to use and I find
it gives the fiber a nicer handle than mordanting with the alums.
With yarns I put the symplocos powder in a nylon stocking, knot the top
and proceed with the process. None of the powder leaches into the yarn
and the take up is excellent.

To purchase
How to use

 

disclaimer

I don't like beginning with the word "I"...ever. This life is not about me. Usually. Humor me this one day.

I am not a tracker of followers or people who read my blog. Good grief...where is there time for that work? So for all I know you haven't missed my posts. I am sorry I haven't followed more closely my favorite bloggers...abject apologies to each of you.

Paralysis set in a year ago. Being one to pour my guts out is not my style.
Typically, I share the things that go on at the farm, my excursions, workshops, the sheep, farm and pups, sometimes even a personal milestone. At this time, for me to move forward and post meaningfully means dumping a bad memory.

I suffered the strangest and most heart-wrenching experience in that spring season. Something
I never wish to duplicate, ever again. I followed my instincts which blew up and apart as no one could imagine. I know this is fodder for "Tell me more" but suffice to say I won't, in kindness to myself and those affected. What I will say is I fell apart. My intuition and I had a falling out (briefly). I seconded guessed and imagined it was all my inner workings. The work has been incredibly slow and painful. And laughably, at 59 years old, this shouldn't still occur. Yet it does for us all.

On a walk this late spring, I stood and looked at this oak leaf in an icy puddle on my morning walk understanding it's place. Sinking, floating, frozen, yet looking to the bright sky of a new season, transforming. That is me. On dry land now.