Mirror, mirror on the wall

Photo by Todd Southern

As I dive into my next project and enter a new phase of my life, Ionce asked Glyn Maxwell, poet for  The Atlantic Monthly, I could use this excerpt from his piece An Englishman’s Dream of a City and he agreed.

If life begins with dreams and ends with memories, perhaps there comes a point in the middle where the two impulses are somehow balanced and neutralized, where the past is a manageable parade, and the future has been fed enough of our daylight to be sated for a while. One is confronted, faced, nailed, by the urgency of the present. These are the moments when we are doing what we dreamed of, or what we know we’ll remember always, yet they are moments with no time for looking forward or back.