From the Editor
The Year
It is that time of the year again, when we look back at what we’ve accomplished and dream about what the future will hold for us. I find that poetry has a poignant, yet elegant way to communicate complex notions with simple words, and the following poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox illustrates this perfectly in her poem “The Year” (from A Poem for Every Winter Day):
Luis Ayala
. What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of a year.
Goal-driven people tend to be too harsh with themselves when evaluating the prospect of a year with missed deadlines and incomplete tasks. While some self-criticism is always good to re-focus our attention on what is truly important, it is also praise-worthy to acknowledge the fact that another year is about to start, with a new opportunity to start fresh, full of energy and renewed commitment.
From the Rum Runner Press group of companies (The Rum University, Rum Central and “Got Rum?”), we wish you, your families and teams, the best of the season. May you enjoy excellent health, safety on your travels, loving company when you need it and soul-warming food and drinks to satisfy your bodies and your minds, without exceeding your limitations.
Happy Holidays!
Luis Ayala,
Editor and Publisher
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