Fond Memories

We are now a year and a half into our two-year Seed cycle. Often, we talk about Seed being a time of transformation, a time of learning and service. For all the Seeders, the better part of the first year is spent learning and absorbing; language, context, names, history, etc. By the second year, most…

Building Peace from the Grassroots

Over the past few months I traveled and visited almost all the Seeders, from Suacha, to Chocó, to the Caribbean coast. This is one of my favorite part of being a Seed facilitator. I get to observe and see firsthand the Seeders interacting in the contexts as they build trust with community members. I get…

The Work of Our Partners

Global warming, Climate change, Natural disasters, Contaminated water sources, Droughts, Floods, etc For the 6th round of our blogs, we want to show the initiatives and efforts of organizations and small communities as they think about the environment and how they respond to the social dynamic, etc. Today, in our world we can find many…

A Pause in the Path

It’s hard to believe, but a little over one year ago, we began a new Seed cycle. Eight young adults from six different countries made the decision to continue their journey here in Colombia, accompanying and learning from our Colombian brother and sisters. One important aspect that the Seed program embraces is intentionally talking about…

Stories of Our Sisters and Brothers

In the US, a place I still call home, we often celebrate the start of a new year by pausing to remember the past year that has ended and name wishes or goals for the new year that is spread out before us. Although we are well into the year 2017, a year full of…

New Steps

Over the past few months, we as Seeders have been privileged to witness a number of momentous occasions. First, in July, the Colombian government signed a bilateral ceasefire with the largest and oldest armed group in Colombia, the FARC-EP (Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia), a group who has been in combat with the state for…

Time and Patience

I remember well my first month in Chocó as a Seeder. The night we arrived, it was of course raining as we hauled our huge suitcases out of the moto-taxis and into our house. We were introduced to our upstairs neighbors, and I immediately forgot their names. The first time I left my house alone,…