Craft Mission

You know my life is a lot like the weather right now. It's 9 degrees. That's not bad. At least it isn't below zero right? Oh WAIT! There are forty mile an hour winds gusting that make it feel like -15 degrees. I've been trying to find a place to live. Phil seems unconcerned that we are being evicted and have until the end of February to leave. His solution is to do nothing. Or let me do it? I don't know. I'm excited because we are going to start a commune/community living arrangement. That is the nice weather part. The sucky part is finding that place. It is all very complicated. I just want to rent a house with lots of people where we can have a garden, serve each other and our community and practice loving. But it is all so complicated. We've found two people willing to put up with us so far but one is only staying the summer. Phil just got up. It's almost 5 in the afternoon. Portabello mushroom lasagna is cooking in the oven. I had amazing talks with Charity last night. I'm starting to be afraid though. I know I'm idealizing this vision of a giant table where everyone can do their work and eat and visit and talk into the night about what all the world entails. Ideals are nonreality. Ideals are disconnected from the real world and that's the catch because I want this community to exist in order to build up people to love the real world better. To jolt us out of ourselves and our petty little lives and maybe get one step closer to how it was in the beginning? But what's the difference really between dreams and ideals...