I confess...

No. Don't be scared. I am not going to burden you with horrible dark secrets. This is the name of the poem I am learning by heart this month. Older readers, and by that I mean those darlings who have been with me here for ever, might have come across references to this poem in previous pages! I hesitated about choosing it because I thought I should choose an Australian poem next but this has been one of my super loved and yet unlearnt poems for a long while. I have been this women in the supermarket...watching a serenely mindful being transcend the  ordinariness of the situation and wonder how she does it. Maybe this was the beginning of my silver journey! So, with no further ado and thanks to the wonderful Alison Luterman here it is...I ConfessI stalked herin the grocery store: her crownof snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,watchingthe way she placed yogurt and avocados in herbasket,beaming peace like the North Star.I wanted to ask, "What aisle did you findyour serenity in, do you knowhow to be married for fifty years or how to livealone,excuse me for interrupting, but you seem topossesssome knowledge that makes the earth turn andburn on its axis—"But we don’t request such things from strangersnowadays. So I said, "I love your hair."When asked about her biggest struggle, Alison once said Being in the goodness of the present moment, rather than in all my stories about it. So good eh?The images for this post have nothing to do with this poem but are the result of being in the goodness of the present moments of my Materiality course.Too much of a stretch?