Friday, March 23, 2012

The Seeder

Scintilla Project. Day7. Tribes 
The Seeder

Journal Entry; 3.22.12

Nearly four hundred years ago, we sailed west, and here, met our kin who had moved east long before that. Upon landing, there was great celebration, but the camaraderie was short lived; the long separation had turned many hearts to flint and within fifteen years, the first of the twenty-six wars began.

After all this time, there is still a divide that separates the blue tribes and the reds. Small skirmishes flare up often and the opposing tribes have gradually separated to camps and cities scattered through the land. After four centuries, it’s difficult to tell your red relatives from your blues and I would not choose between two wrongs. I’ve, also, never been accustomed to the babble and chatter of the cities and camps, so I lived off the land between the camps and became a seeder.  

There are other seeders like me; we ride between the camps, bringing books, sharing seeds and small deeds of compassion, giving credit to a neighboring camp. Our goal, perhaps impossible, is to bring the tribes back together. Mostly, we are seen as dreamers; naïve, harmless, like artists and poets. There are those that view us as gypsies, or perhaps spies of some vast conspiracy, so vigilance is always our watchword. When I meet other riders traveling between the camps, I have a cautious word with them, until I can be sure that they are seeders also. We never gather in groups; we pass short messages, called 140’s, to one another about our progress, and where we have seen sparks of understanding. We are not here to gain merit; most of us fell into this role when we were still quite young. We will ride until these tribes become one again. We don’t expect to be leaders of a new tribe; the seeders are a loose affiliation, though some have called us the Scintilla Tribe.


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  1. What a perfectly wonderful allegory.

  2. The dreamers... those seen as 'naive', as gypsies, as idealists... those were always my people. I love how you tell their story, and I love that it's a story of bringing together and hopefully becoming one again.


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