When I got back home from Paris, I was exhausted, but I couldn't wait to see you. I had been away for weeks, meeting with activist partners from all over the world, women who are leaders in communities on the frontlines of climate change. I was tired, but when I walked through our front door, and you ran to me, I was filled with a new energy: a determination to fight for the future you deserve.
Each year, of course, brings new issues and priorities, but I have noticed that a particular problem is increasingly weighing on the minds of the Trio Indians of Kwamalasamutu village: some men are being seduced by the opportunity for pay in distant gold mining ventures, leaving the village for long periods of time and occasionally not returning at all.
Several studies over the past few years have indicated that if some of the remaining bits of the planet's forests are to be protected successfully, that the people who live in them must be engaged. I won't link them all here as an online search for "local+communities+conservation" will yield enough reports to support this statement.