Kevin Carrel Footer

Category: Little Epiphanies

  • The Agony of Pepe Pavan

    The Agony of Pepe Pavan

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer It had been a night of camping in the rain in the countryside and I had promised the women a hot cup of coffee in the morning. I had not counted on it being so difficult to fulfill my promise. But country towns on the Pampa have more in common with…

  • A Bubble, Two Clouds and a Turkish Date

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    The expanding soap bubble from a child’s wand emerges like one of God’s orbs in the dappled sunlight: a brief, magic, improbable moment. A flitting, daring, pointless endeavor and, for that, all the more beautiful. Then it bursts, a spasm in the sunlight, and one wonders if it ever existed. Bubbles are made to burst…

  • Milonga de Carnaval

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer I arrived in Argentina already nostalgic. There is no logical explanation for this as I had no past here. No grandfather of mine sat me on his lap and told me stories of his youthful adventures in Buenos Aires. No branch of the family tree had ever set foot in South…

  • Other People’s Stories

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer www.kevincarrelfooter.com I listen to other peoples’ stories and they become mine. It is as if I were compiling an encyclopedia of stories. I settle into a seat at the corner café, open a newspaper or begin a conversation with a stranger. Their stories – whether I want them to or not…

  • A Life of Desire

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer I am desire. Not reckless, not rambunctious, just slow, seeping desire that does not relent. My desire is like the water that springs inexplicably from a crack in the dry stone: no one knows where it comes from but they all come here to drink. I am suspended in this web.…

  • The Morning is Sacred

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    We are all searching for that creative space in our lives where we explode through the predictable form by which most of the world knows us and reveal the deeper current that runs through us. Writer Paul Jarvis challenged me to describe how I make that creative space in my daily life and it got…

  • Write Like You Dance

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    My spiritual practice is my life (with emphasis on the word “practice”). I try my best to embrace the chaotic, contradictory, random abundance and confusion around me (and inside me) and bring it all into balance. Balance for me means not getting overly attached to any one outcome, laughing at myself regularly and learning to…

  • Blue Redemption

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    There is a certain song, an instrumental by harmonica player Charlie Musselwhite from 1967 called “Christo Redemptor” that I play in the dark hours. When it seems like the world must end, I put that CD on and I play along on my harp. The song is a long, strange meditative rant/chant that goes on…

  • I wrote. I danced. I played.

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    Heading blithely down the road to our own deaths, our only triumph is to have made the universe tremble with our joy.