Gaining a Global Perspective 

Every morning I shower, I brush my teeth, I wash my face. Every morning I drink clean water, and every evening, the same. This access to water is routine, I rarely give it a second thought.

Yes, I see climate change, in big headlines on the news, and I hear about droughts across the world. But, it all seems so far away, so story like, and removed.

After traveling here to Morocco, and spending time in Zaoutiat Al-Hansal, a remote village in the atlas mountains, I have felt something change inside of me.

The word drought. I word I used to associate with far-away places,  news headlines, tragic stories, but stories nonetheless.

Drought.

Now, I think lifeline, threat to culture, community, families, and kids.

Only after driving hours through dusty plains, and hiking miles through dry, rocky mountains, do I truly understand how critical water is for life.

Just look at the landscape, the vibrant lush green only lies within feet of the small river in the valley. The water gives just enough to garden, irrigate, support life. But this river does not only support life, it also supports the communities culture, their precious ways of doing things, perspectives, and traditions. There is art and love all around and climate change poses an extreme threat to their community.