Skip to main content

What If We Could?

What if we could feed families, promote endangered art, and then feed families again?

I am trying to think of creative ways to promote culture and to help people feed themselves. Beggeing is a way of life here. The children beg on the street corners, the older men read your palm sing you a song when you didn't ask for it and then expect you to pay them for an unsolicited service (at least they are trying to give you something in return for your money) It is sad because you want to help and so you give. But then the same person asks you for money the next time they see you, and because you gave the first time, the expect you to give again.

And you don't have the resources to just keep feeding them everyday.

So what do you do? It is easy to get angry at them after a while because they just keep hounding you. the other day I had 4 dollars in my pocket and knew it would be days before I could get any more. But a begger stood before me, refusing to leave until I gave him a dollar so he could buy some soup. His persistence really bothered me and I started to feel angry. I cannot always give and in this case it would really cost me. So I took the dollar out of my pocket and told him my situation. He did not care at all. He took the money, turned his back on me, and then stalked the person on the park bench next to me.

So I am finding that giving to beggers just perpetuates a bad situation.

Enter art


These bags are made by hand. Ok that is nice, but not really that special, right? OK, They are made by Ngobe Indians who lost most of their art when they were invaded by the Spanish 500 years ago (Christopher Columbus actually cleaned his boat here) These bags were considered the highest art form of these people and their design is almost the only art form left to them.

OK, so that made the whole thing a little more personal and a little heart wrenching.

But the cool part is that the fibers they are made from starts with a huge leaf from a pita plant (also known as Agave Americana)


They dry the leaves, split them into fibers and then roll them into threads. Then they use all natural flower, roots and leaves to dye the threads. The one I bought for myself was dyed with hibiscus flowers and yucca roots. THEN they weave them into bag they call kra.

You can buy them in the park from a Ngobe Indian woman. Her name is Elsa and her granddaughters, often make the trip for a poor village on the mainland with her.


I think Elsa is getting tired. When I stopped to buy a bag from her the other day, she had her wonderful pita plant bags with her, but she also had bag made with the same weave, but from simple yarn you can buy in the grocery store.

Time is taking it's toll.

What if we could buy her beautiful bags and give her a good price for them, thereby giving her the motivation to preserve her art and the ability to feed her family?

And then what if we could take those bags and market them to a broader audience. thus creating a bigger market and more work for her (and other women like her)

Ten what if we could take a portion of the money we make from selling those ags all around the world and use it to help others in her village?

Round and round the circle goes and how many people it helps we all hope to know...

I bought my bag today.


What if?

Dreaming Large,
Laura

Comments

  1. That's ok. I just ordered one and some cacao too. Can't wait to taste it! A donation option in the cart would be awesome too. That way we could add a donation to the order. I may have missed that on the site. If so I am sorry. Love you Laura and love your awesome heart!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Trees in the Middle of the Road

Trees in the road. I mean right in the middle of the road. Really big trees. Its one of the most peculiar things I have seen here along Mexico's Riviera Maya coast. At first I thought it was just a particular type of tree. The people here revere the ceiba. Its rumored to be the home of a goddess. Don't knock on the trunk or she will come out and steal young men's souls. Well that seems like a very good reason never to cut down a ceiba tree. But I think the real answer is much simpler than that. The people here respect the age and beauty of great things. Old people, old cities, and of course, old trees. I asked a local, "Why do they build roads right around trees?" And he looked at me as if the answer was obvious, "Why would you ever cut down an old tree when you can preserve it?" Simple enough for me. I love trees.

Sleeping Snakes, Naranjitos, and Waiting Until the Time is Ready

Naranjiots Its called a naranjito (pronounced nar an hee toe). It's a wild fruit that was growing in Anthony's back yard. You split it in half and squeeze the juice into a cup of cold water, strain and drink it. Everyone loves it and it has a lovely orange taste. We met Anthony--Roldolfo Anthony--on a walk out of town and up the hill that over looks all the islands. He called us into his yard after explaining to us about the very dangerous sleeping snakes that live in the area. He said they love to sleep all curled up and if you walk by too loud and wake them oooo, they will chase you and bite you and you will die. But if you carry a machete and use it to poke at the grass and the ground in front of you, the snakes will know the sound of the machete and will run away. He said they are very smart and he didn't know but he figured God made them that way. We vowed to always carry a machete when walking in the grass and then we followed him into his yard (minus a mach...

Dancing with the Masai

I think I walked into a National Geographic magazine. You know, like when you open a book and the pictures come so alive that you get sucked into a different world. This Masai woman lived in a tiny village complete with dung and ash huts and flocks of goats protected from lions by an extremely tall fence made from young acacia trees. She was a little suspicious of me until I joined in the dance, bouncing and clacking the beaded rings she gave me to wear around my neck. Oh joy, great joy! Dancing with the Masai on the African plain!