The Way

I am stuck today and can’t seem to write a simple blog. Maybe it is the weather - high 70s and stunningly beautiful – so I decided to share a favorite poem by Antonio Machado.

Caminate, No Hay Camino

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.

Traveler, There is No Road

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.

Translated by Mary C Berg and DennisMaloney