Three Happy Goats, Part Two: The Journey Continues

November 8, 2023

Ariunzul Enkhbaatar

Head of Sustainable Development Division

Ariunzul Enkhbaatar

Head of Sustainable Development Division

As the Head of the Sustainable Development Division at GOBI Cashmere, Ariunzul is committed to ensuring responsible and ethical practices at every stage of cashmere production. She leads initiatives in environmental protection, social responsibility, and ethical governance while working closely with herders to promote sustainable sourcing. Passionate about Mongolian culture and the livelihoods of the herders who make cashmere possible, she shares stories about their traditions, the craftsmanship behind cashmere garments, and how GOBI Cashmere upholds its dedication to sustainability.

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Two more years danced by, and the three of us, with our rejuvenated spirits and light cashmere coats, continued our adventures amidst the breathtaking landscapes of Mongolia. Each season brought new wonders to explore, and we embraced the boundless beauty of our homeland, periodically embraced in our very own cashmere wraps.
Spring remained our favorite season, a time of renewal and rebirth. It was during these magical months that our world burst into life and our cashmere was at its fullest. The snow, which had blanketed the steppes during the long winter, melted away to reveal a vibrant carpet of tender grass. Our cashmere coats, just warm enough to shield us from the remaining chill, allowed us to frolic with unrestrained joy.

We reveled in the company of our human friends, both young and old. The cashmere herders' children, with their infectious laughter and boundless energy, were our constant companions. They shared our youthful exuberance, and together, we embarked on countless adventures. The rocky terrain of our homeland became our playground, and we leaped from stone to stone, stopping only to sample the delicious variety of grasses that nature provided and fed the growth of our cashmere undercoats.

As daylight yielded to the embrace of the cold night winds, we would return to the haven of the cashmere herders' gers. These traditional Mongolian dwellings, with their curved roofs and inviting interiors, providedextra warmth and shelter from the winter's bite. Our sister cherished these moments, snuggling in her cashmere by the flickering fire and enjoying the extra attention lavished upon her. The ger, with its comforting glow, became a second home, and we cherished the sense of togetherness it brought.

With the changing seasons, we noticed something remarkable. The elder cashmere goats, those wise and dignified members of our community, began to shed the coats that hid the precious cashmere beneath. It was a natural process, akin to shedding their old selves and revealing their true essence. As their winter fur fell away, it unveiled the soft, luxurious cashmere beneath. It was a transformation that spoke of renewal and timeless beauty.

One day, they approached with care, armed with combs that gleamed in the soft light of the ger. Their hands worked gently, combing through our cashmere coats with a tenderness born of years spent together. As the cashmere separated from our bodies, it revealed our lighter, more agile forms. It was as if we had shed the weight of our old selves and emerged anew.

We were well aware of the journey that awaited our cashmere once it was collected. The humans from GOBI Cashmere, who had become an integral part of our world, would carefully gather the cashmere and embark on a long journey.

As we gazed upon the disappearing figures of the travellers, we couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Our cashmere, nurtured by the boundless beauty of Mongolia and the hands of our devoted herders, was destined to become something extraordinary. It would wrap people in its gentle cashmere embrace, providing warmth, comfort, and style. Our cashmere was a testament to the enduring spirit of Mongolia, and it would continue to weave its story into the fabric of the world, one soft thread at a time. And as we reveled in the majesty of our homeland, we eagerly awaited the next spring, when our cashmere would once again begin to grow, and we would be combed out to start the cycle anew.