A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 152, Friday
June 1st, 2018
Chapter Five: Rivers
The tribes were always moving, always looking for new places, always wandering beneath the stars, moving with the seasons, staying ahead of the weather, moving with the currents of the wind.
They followed the rivers to their source, up the winding streams, tracking down every branch. They followed them to the clear springs from which the water flowed, bubbling up from the deep within the earth.
They followed the flowing water back down their channels, followed their trickles, as they formed creeks and rivulets, became streams that flowed into rivers.
They followed the rivers to the lakes they fed, they camped along those shorelines, fishing, and bathing in sun.
They followed the churning waters, past their waterfalls, and their rapids, following them to the place where they merged with inland seas and oceans.
They founded settlements along the way. From springs and head waters, to the point of each confluence, they made their encampments. They left the markers of their tribes; tokens, totems, and burial mounds, even as they wandered, returning to them in their cycles with the seasons.
Every spring was the birth place of a god, of gods and goddesses emerging from the earth like children from the womb. Water was sacred, every brook was imbued with inherent spiritual power. There were grave penalties in tribal justice for defiling the living waters.
From mountain springs to the delta flow, the rivers were the first markers of tribe’s territory.
The confluence of water ways marked the coming together of tribal alliances, or they became the sources of tribal conflict.
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