Fashioned In The Clay
👋 Hey friends,
Tomorrow (June 14th), millions of people across the country are taking to the streets in solidarity to express their disdain for this regime's corrupt, authoritarian and oligarchical antics.
If you're interested in finding a protest near you, you can learn more about "No Kings Day" here:
At the protest here in Charlottesville, my friends and I plan on cosplaying as Pete Seeger and leading demonstrators in a set of protest songs. I even put together a website that allows others to view the lyrics on their phone, share them with others, and sing along at the event.
One of the songs we've been practicing is a real ear-worm. It's been stuck in my head all week – but not in a way that's annoying. It's stuck there in a comforting way. As if the song is holding onto me just as much as I'm holding onto it.
It's called, Fashioned In The Clay, and I'd like to share the lyrics with you in case you need something to hold onto, too:
When it seems that everyone is worried for themselves,
Buying plans for fallout shelters, stocking up the shelves,
Living in the fast lane, and staying high at night,
Thinking that by accident we'll blow out all the lights;
Look, now, at the potter whose wheel is spinning 'round,
Shaping with her hands the past and future from the ground:
Cups that will be filled and drunk, so warm in wintertime,
Plates and bowls for dinner served with candlelight and wine:
She believes, she believes,
By her work it's so easy to see
that the future is more than the following day,
It's fashioned securely in the clay.
Look now at the farmer working in his field,
Hoping that the sun and rain will guarantee his yield.
Like the seed the wind has blown to unfamiliar ground,
He waits to see what fate will bring as each year rolls around.
He believes, he believes,
By his work it's so easy to see
that the future is more than the following day,
It's fashioned securely in the clay.
Elsewhere, there are lovers in a warm embrace,
Happy with their plans to carry on the human race.
Now the baby cries and wonders if it's all alone;
Softly, voices reassure: there'll always be a home.
They believe, they believe,
By their work it's so easy to see
that the future is more than the following day,
It's fashioned securely in the clay.
So, if you had been worried that tomorrow wouldn't come,
Look to see the ones whose lives are following the sun.
And the hope that springs so clearly from the work they do
Will spread a little further when it finds a place in you.
We believe, we believe,
By our work it's so easy to see
that the future is more than the following day,
It's fashioned securely in the clay.
Until next time,
Drew