About Me

I went on a journey throughout India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Cambodia and Thailand observing organizations that are working specifically with marginalized women and children who have been or are at-risk of being trafficked as sex workers or bonded laborers. While this blog is expository, its intent is to create awareness as well as provide real-life examples of solutions! Hence, the name of the blog. Beauty is lost in these dark places. Yet, there are people hard at work redeeming human lives. Many programs create vocational training to provide income-generation for the participants. These organizations are creating beautiful products that are emerging in the western marketplace. They are shop-worthy for their uniqueness, but also because they are creating second-chances for women who are lifting themselves out of poverty. We who "have" can make a big impact in the world simply by how we choose to spend our money. Also, we can donate to organizations that are on the field, down the alleys and in the trenches. This work is not easy but the pay-off is great. Lives are redeemed and beauty is found.

8.26.2010

08.21.10 *FOUND

They tend fields, they raise children, they shepherd flocks -- they make beads! Two of the villages outside of Varanasi have already implemented IGPs (Income Generation Programs) with the help of Made By Survivors. The women make tiny, brightly-colored glass beads. They have their "studio" set up in a dark, hot (!) room and they are serious! They know their skill and are proud of the beauty they produce. It's actually astounding. In these little villages built by mud and straw these sari-clad heros turn out tea-tin after tea-tin of bright, shiny candy-like beads. We cleaned them out, bought them all. How happy were we? I couldn't have been happier if I was buying a diamond ring. Now it's time to come up with some interesting designs for those beads. 


Most of these villages have never seen white people. And yes some of the children did cry. Actually, I think we all cried. Many had never been touched by anyone outside their village, at least with respect. What must that feel like? I was honored to hold any hand who would take mine. Hands that know how to love, to give, to provide, to create.


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