"God is pliable---Trickster, Teacher, Chaos, Clay. God exists to be shaped. God is Change." - Octavia Butler
Today's poem is about our process of shaping and being shaped by the clay and mud, the land around us. It acknowledges that the ancestors are literally present in the land beneath our feet and that the earth and sun can become a kiln revealing who we are and who we are not. What have you learned from the consequences of your collective decisions? Has there ever been a period in your collective organizing where it seemed like the tendency was to decide NOT to decide? Or where a "not no" was more likely than a yes?
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