I know a place

I spend many of my Sunday mornings sitting in on an on-line talk from 10:30-noon. I pay $15 a month for that priviledge, and a bunch of other goodies. I’ve continued to be able to afford that.

Yesterday’s talk was a dance with this statement – “Thank you very much. I have no complaints whatsoever.” Traveling a path through the world where this would never not be the case. Be a reality. No matter what. No complaints whatsoever.

How about racism? And hunger? Acts of cruelty? Poverty? Is it possible, I’m asking myself, to have no complaints whatsoever under any and all conditions?

Back in the early 80’s I met and got to hang out with a guy named Eddie Cheney. He’s been gone a long time now. I would hear him say, every so often, “As long as I don’t pick up the first drink, and work the Steps (of Alcoholics Anonymous) to the best of my ability, it’s impossible for me to have a bad day.” I always held that in my head and heart as a hopeful place of destination – far down the road.

These proposals of no complaints and impossibilties feel like homes of energy from which I get to suit up and head out into the day with help in my heart. At least it feels like that early Monday.