"from one leaf to its brother"

May you part waves and trace lights with your heart in the dark.

Traveler, There Is No Road

by Antonio Machado

Traveler, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship’s wake on the sea.

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Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.

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Twinkletoes

by A.A. Milne

When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother,
Tip-toe, tip-toe!
Here I go!

From When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne, Methuen & Co. Ltd. (London), 1924

Art: Cannon Rock, Winslow Homer American, 1895, Public Domain

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Creative Invitation

When you lose your footing, spin, have to locate ground again — or when you are suddenly swept up in moving water — what do you use as a compass back to center? What lighthouse do you turn to? What is the trusty gravity that pulls you home called?