Sailing on the sea of life we loose place in a heavy fog of post-structural complexity, minutia, grey fuzz reflecting the lights of hearts back into our eyes.  Some days are good days.  Some days are bad days.  Some days you catch a strong wind and make time towards a destination.  Other days you sit, lost, waiting.  Waiting for wind, waiting for the fog to clear.  Waiting for a destination to call your name.  But what of joy?  Of feeling the wind on your face and laughing.  The joy of working with a crew of friends on a common job.  The joy of making something with your hands.Humans are simple.  We need clean water and good company.  The reality reversal that is our industrial civilization makes us think otherwise.  Today is a good day.  Tomorrow is community dinner and we are making bread and soup to warm your hearts.