Ñande Sy

Ñande Sy- Our mother. As in Mother Earth. Happy Earth Day!

Oga Ita, Itapua, Paraguay


Mother Earth. As urban or rural as your life gets, fast paced or slow, physical or mundane, whatever part/stage/story. Nothing changes, our Mother is still Mother, and without a relationship we lose touch and mostly respect…for her our neighbors and ourselves. Sometimes it’s a good thing to sit back and not only appreciate but give thanks. Gratitude and appreciation come in real experiences and concepts; not international power hungry companies, not packaged mac n cheese, not a business meeting, not evening planting a single flower. Gratitude to our home and in reality our own flesh and blood comes from respect, and respect only comes when a relationship is built and maintained.

Get to know ourselves a little more. We are made up of organic materials and are powered by organic materials and in the end we just contribute to the ongoing beautiful cycle. Food comes from the ground, insects pollinate our fruiting plants, weather good and bad drives seasons, etc. So know your food, know your ecosystem. Just because a record low of the number of people dealing with agriculture is what our majestic society is at doesn’t mean that we have to give in. Have relationships with the most basic part of being a biological being. That means care about your food, care about the hands it touches to get you that food, care about the ecosystem where that food lives, care. A relationship isn’t really a word, it’s a feeling. Feel and care, whoever you are, whatever you do, wherever you are, we are all together.

-Zach Palma, G-46 Agriculture

Earth Day is an amazing initiative. People all over the world, on one day, are all raising awareness of our impact on the one planet we live on. It’s such a great opportunity for Environmental Volunteers as well. It’s a chance to integrate kids from rural Paraguay into something bigger, something beyond the boundaries of their town or district, something bigger than Paraguay, which is often something they can’t even comprehend. And it’s a chance for change. It’s the day where everything we teach and demonstrate as volunteers can be rolled up into one worldwide educational package. But it’s not just educational and impactful- it’s fun! We’re celebrating the Earth! We’re celebrating the good! The trees and the animals and the beauty of it all! We’re celebrating our relationship with Mother Earth, but also acknowledging that we need to stop, think, and act accordingly, as my G-mate Zach so poetically and appropriately describes.

I’m not usually one to do activities on environmental holidays, as many volunteers do, but I figured that because this is The Big One, and I was sick last Earth Day, I’d get out there and do something fun with the kids in my elementary school. The plan was this: I’d introduce Earth Day to my 12 students, tell them all about how cool it is and how it’s worldwide. We’d discuss why we need to take care of the Earth and then I’d talk about the importance of trees. I’d give them all big pieces of paper and have them draw the most beautiful tree or forest they could imagine. Then we’d look at the drawings and talk about what are the good things trees give us, like fruit for us to eat, wood for us to build our houses, shade to drink terere in, a home for animals, oxygen for us to breathe, and more! Then we’d all go outside and happily plant some beautiful native species and have an amazing time celebrating Earth Day.

Like most Peace Corps volunteers know, things never go according to plan.

It rained a bit this morning, which is never a good omen for a successful project, but it let up midmorning. After lunch, I walked to school with my two nephews, Rolando (8 years old) and Elvin (5) carrying a bag of 10 trees, a shovel, my termo for terere, my backpack full of markers and paper, and a great, positive attitude! We got to the school and I unlocked the door (who would entrust me with the only spare key to my community’s only official building, I have no idea) and waited. And waited. And waited a little bit more until we realized that no one else was coming to school, not even the professor.

So my Earth Day celebrations were mainly spent as the three of us sprawled ourselves all over the tile floor of my one room school house with big pieces of paper, armed with markers. As I drew a forest and Roli drew a very nice Lapacho (National Tree of Paraguay) and Elvin drew a beautiful purple orange tree, I chatted with them about why we liked trees. Their principle answers when I first posed the question were simply “mangos” and “oranges”. Although those are extremely delicious answers, I kept probing for more answers until Roli mentioned that everything is more refrescante when you’re in the shade of a big tree. After a little more discussion, we put our drawings up on the wall so that all the other students could later see the fun they missed out on and envy our Earth Day celebration. We moved outside, I taught them what species we were planting and how to plant trees, which both of them picked up really quickly. All I had to do was dig holes while they took care of the planting, refilling the holes, and watering. Once all the trees were planted, pointing straight up, and standing in a nice pool of water, we washed up and sat down on the front stoop of the school, passing around some ice cold terere. As we sat drinking terere, I saw at least three of the students who were supposed to come to school pass by on their way to the store, wave, and keep going.

We squelched home barefoot in the mud, shovel and shoes in hand, and I realized that even if it was just Roli and Elvin, we still had a great time, we worked hard, they both learned something and they both have a little more appreciation for Mother Earth. And that’s really all that matters.

Shout out to all of the other amazingly guapo volunteers who did great Earth Day activities, despite the rain! And thank you so much to everyone who donated to my organic gardening project! It was the best Earth Day present ever to find out that it’s now fully funded and all of the families in Oga Ita will receive materials to improve their gardens!

Roli and Elvin with our beautiful Earth Day drawings

Roli and Elvin with our beautiful Earth Day drawings


Roli going pro at planting trees

Roli going pro at planting trees


Elvin and his cedro

Elvin and his cedro


Po Ky'a | Dirty Hands

Po Ky’a | Dirty Hands


Post- Planting Terere!

Post- Planting Terere!

Planting and Replanting

Your Guaraní lesson for the day:

  • (a)ve- I move
  • (a)veve- I move repeatedly, I fly
  • (a)po- I jump
  • (a)popo- I jump repeatedly, I hop
  • (a)mbopopo- I make jump repeatedly, I bounce
  • (a)pu- I sound, ring
  • (a)mbopu- I make sound, I play (an instrument)
  • (a)mbopupu- I make sound repeatedly, I boil water

 

Óga Ita, Itapúa, Paraguay

Today is Día de San Antonio, who apparently is the patron saint of the few little communities in the area, thus making it a holiday. He is also the patron saint of animals. So we’re killing a pig in his honor. I’ll just assume that pigs were his least favorite of the animals and overlook the irony.

Holidays don’t particularly govern activity in rural Paraguay, mainly just food consumption. Yesterday was a nationwide holiday in honor of the Paz de Chaco (Peace of the Chaco), when Bolivia and Paraguay finally stopped fighting over a desolate landscape and got their act together, from what I understand (and then Paraguay just gave it away for free to the Mennonites). Despite the fact that the wonderful Peace Corps administration staff got to stay home from work, I was woken up by Lalo, clapping at my door at 7, to start work on seed beds for our vivero, or tree nursery. I pretended to have been up for awhile, mumbled some non-committal, incomprehensive Guaraní and stumbled around while making coffee (I had stayed up late reading, falsely believing that I could sleep in due to the federal holiday). Three hours later, we had at least 20,000 Yerba Mate seeds planted in two well-protected seed beds to hopefully grow and share amongst the community or sell to outside interest. This project has sparked a lot of interest in my host brothers and I’m hoping to also plant citrus and native tree seeds as well, to eventually start reforestry efforts in Óga Ita. We’ll see how these seed beds turn out, but it could be a start for a big community-wide project that both myself and the people are excited about.

Families still tend to gather on holidays, no matter how big or small the affair, and my sister Fermina came over from Joveré, Chara’s community, for lunch. After eating, we sat, gossiped about Chara, discussed how long it had been since Chara had visited her, suggested that maybe I mention this to Chara, and decided that Fermina should just take matters into her own hands and go visit Chara herself. Chara is her favorite topic with me, which is fine, because I’m the topic of conversation when she’s with Chara. Then she asked to see my garden. Now, here’s the thing: I have a very lovely garden space. It’s seven large raised beds surrounded by a nice fence I made of branches and partially shaded by a large Guatambu tree, but for some reason, the only thing I can get to grow is beans and two tomato plants that flowered with the promise of ripe, juicy, sweet tomatoes, but then decided that I was undeserving of such fruit. It’s been raining heavily lately and whatever the rain didn’t squash flat and bury, the ants promptly devoured. My garden is slightly embarrassing right now. But there I was, standing with my mom and Fermina, looking over the fence while I said “the carrots used to be there. And the Swiss chard was growing there. And I had cucumbers planted there. And at one point there was a jalepeño there. And I thought the lettuce had come up there. And it had looked like the cabbage might survive…” The suffix –kuri is added to verbs in Guarani to make them past tense and –kue can be added to a noun to mark that it once existed, but no longer does. I was using both a lot. Throughout this whole narrative, Fermina is just staring at the empty beds dubiously and my mother is just nodding her head slowly, as if she knew originally that my garden was headed towards impending doom. She always knows these things. It was embarrassing. And all she said was, “Ohhhh well you have work to do then, so we’ll leave now”. So much for a holiday.

Some may recall my tale of following cows around with a shovel and digging through my mom’s garden trash looking for corn husks and watermelon rinds. Six months later, I have some pretty beautiful compost and it’s the main addition to my garden renovation. Recently, my friend Spencer, who lives in Seattle, sent me a photo of a small container garden that he put together on his patio. I have never been more jealous, just based on the color of the soil in that photo. It was dark and rich and his plants looked happy. I look at mine and it’s marbled red and white with clay and sand and my plants look like they’re surviving, just not thriving.  This new compost is a big deal for my garden and yet it’s taken me six months to get it. In the U.S., we have it easy. Anyone can garden and actually succeed and be good at it! You can go to big home and garden stores and pick up manure, compost, potting soil, peat, mulch, ready-to-plant seedlings, insecticide, herbicide, potassium, nitrogen, and phosphorus and take care of any garden issue or project in an hour! If there were a Home Depot in Obligado, it would be my second home. But instead I have to think differently to appease Fermina. I boil water as a soil treatment to kill bad bugs. I collect ash from my mom’s outdoor oven to deter ants. I wait six months for decent compost to form, which really has seemed like six months of a committed relationship. So much heartbreak and joy has never come from cohabitation with a box of cow poop and kitchen scraps. I love you, compost. Rohayhu.

I’ve embarked on take 2 of my garden. Chance’s garden: the remix. I’m hopeful that my beds will have more nutrients now and that the bugs will stay away for enough time that my plants can sprout and I can make an organic pesticide. And maybe Fermina will stop by on her way to help send a little piggy to that big sty in the sky this afternoon and see the work I’ve done. But really, it’s not about Fermina. All this work is for me to enjoy the literal fruits of my labor. I’d love to have something to put on the table this winter for myself and Moritz, other than beans. He’s a picky eater.

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Abundio with the finished seed bed. The grass on top is to keep the soil humid and protect from the sun.

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My brothers, Lalo on the right and Abundio on the left, working on a seed bed

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At least I’ve got beans