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The Way Back

The Way Back

by Kevin Carrel Footer The past reminds me of things that were. Like sugar-coated castles, those things glimmer in the distance and their beauty overwhelms me. I would like to return, but cannot. I can find no way back to the lost places. The maps have been destroyed;...
Making That Strong Place Strong

Making That Strong Place Strong

By Kevin Carrel Footer I have been working lately at making that strong place strong. It is hard work. Often the strong place isn’t so strong as it should be. But it should be strong – it must be strong – if we are to become fully ourselves. For most of us, creating...
The Voluptuousness of Nothing

The Voluptuousness of Nothing

Take Nothing. Hold it up. Turn it in your hand. Have a good, long stare. Nothing, in spite of its bad press, is really quite something – especially when compared to the alternatives. So many of the things that press around us filling our time and space are so bland...
Rainy-Day Soliloquy

Rainy-Day Soliloquy

by Kevin Carrel Footer In La Boca, the river has shed its customary brown livery and turned gray. You would think that a river would remain one color, not change like a chameleon, but you would be wrong. The Rio de la Plata is a shape-shifter, writhing and cavorting...