We first formed Rainforest Partnership in late 2007, meeting on a clear December morning and working throughout the day to formulate our vision and mission. It was the first any of the board members had met, and the amount of overlap among our ideas was staggering. Clearly we were meant to work with each other to achieve the common aim of addressing global climate change through forest conservation.
Shortly thereafter, we met again in a restaurant at the Doubleday Hotel and extrapolated upon the work we had accomplished. During that meeting we arrived at a tag line that we thought encapsulated our vision and mission: Linking people to people for a sustainable future. The idea behind this message is that trees and forests don’t exist in a vacuum; there are communities who live and depend upon them for their livelihoods, medicines, etc. Rather than approach forest conservation by fencing off the areas and excluding human activity, we believe that the best hope for saving these global treasures is to collaborate with the people who know them best and work to find sustainable economic alternatives to cutting them down. Perhaps this is not a novel idea or approach, but we also determined that the best way for us to accomplish this would be to create a dialogue between communities by developing ties based on common interest, beginning first with our active, empathetic community in Austin, Texas, and the kind people of Chipaota, Peru. In this way, we hope to develop connections — the links — between individuals in Austin and Chipaota to address the shared concern of deforestation in the Amazon.

For our first return visit to Chipaota, Executive Director Niyanta Spelman and I were accompanied by a number of volunteer Austinites interested in joining our effort and learning more about our partner community in Peru. Filmmaker Michel Scott interviewed a number of Chipaotans, as well as our team on the ground, and will be producing a short documentary on the subject. Environmental lawyer Marisa Perales met with prominent individuals knowledgeable in the area of Peruvian environmental law and teacher/musician Rob Richardson sat in and observed classes in the Chipaota elementary school. In addition to the volunteer Austinites, we were also accompanied by Swedish documentary photographers Martin Edstrom and Alfred Runow.
Cameras and other equipment in tow, the extended RP team took a motor boat from Chazuta to Chipaota, about a half hour away. We were met at the shore by some of the members of the community I would come to know well during the course of the next few days, and were led to a large, thatched-roof structure that serves as the general assembly area for the community. As Niyanta has described in a previous post, the reception was overwhelming, and quite moving, as a number of community members had come from up in the hills where they live, miles away, to welcome us to the community and thank us for our efforts. After a short period of socializing, and appreciating the crafts display they had set up on some tables in back of the room, the Apu (community leader) called the meeting to order.
Apu Don Prospero Cenepo Tapullima introduced Jaso, who spoke about the project up to that point and praised the community’s efforts. Jaso was followed by Niyanta, who expressed our gratitude for such a warm welcome, and I spoke briefly about our appreciation of the efforts being made. Next, a boy of about 10 impressively recited a poem in Spanish.
The boy was followed by a representative of the piassaba growers committee, which was formed as part of the RP project. Then we were treated to an impassioned speech from the elementary school teacher, who told us, “You’ve planted that seed in your country and now it is giving fruit. We have work.” Next, the president of the women’s artisan group, RP’s parallel project in the community, spoke about the tremendous progress being made in developing crafts for sale, and, finally, we were treated to beautiful music — songs performed in Quechua by three women from the community. We were then served traditional food and drink from the community, which we enjoyed heartily (especially this vegetarian, who was surprised that he could eat everything in his bowl). As the sun set over Chipaota, this moving experience became a part of my soul, something I will carry with me for the rest of my life. We returned to Chazuta for the evening, to prepare our things in order to return the following morning for a three-day stay in Chipaota, graciously hosted by community members in their homes up in the hills, about four miles from the community center. More to come.