Lemme tell a bit about my trip or "The Story of Sand Foot"

A long time ago in my life, I was Christianed Kyle and shortly after that I understood what that meant and I don't quite remember the moment I realized what that meant to be Kyle but I know now so I knew then- however I will never forget the moment I realized what my other name meant, my spirit name, my Native American name given to me not by my paternal parents at birth, my name "Sand Foot" rather "He who walks with sand"

"the image:

The Great Sky meets the Great Water

he can see that

he is not there-

The Great Water meets the Earth

he walks there"

and the image continues to share wisdom about the process of how sand is made over time with water and earth, slow movements and such, gentle winds, all kinds of elements really and I can't tell the other story of how I got this name because I promised to keep it a secret and you would probably think I'm crazy anyway if'n that is not already the case but it is a good story please take my word, then there is that moment that it occurred to me what that meant to be Sand Foot

This morning in Lake Superior's icy baptism the sky was as part pink as it was blue and the sun just began its chores of moping up the puddles of the storm from the night before taking molecular particles of water from the ground and zipping them up from the earth that is a remote island a sacred place for the Natives, for the white settlers, and for the tiny group of people who live there still in the middle of the greatest lake of all time plucking them from the leaves, these tiny drops right up to the sky right past my nostril hairs and overgrown beard and into the mop bucket that is the puffy clouds -the sun smiling as he works making the birds whistle for him - the lake as still as the glass frame that holds the pictures of your grandparents wedding as if it had been in the hallway this whole time and every time you visit -so old and still and hard not to wonder when looking at and clean as a whistle and clear as the air. The shock of the temperature on my feet alone wiped my mind clean, just look around, the clouds, the sky, the beach, the water, the trees, the bog, the eagles, the islands and islands, what to think? How could one? There isn't a thought in the world, not even the dimmest would have the audacity to enter my mind at a moment like this, it is blank like the walls of the newest hospital and then the right thought steps forward and declares itself with one confident word, the right thought like Buddha talked about said "home" and it came under much discussion in my radio-less-van-driving mind some time later that day when I was allegedly driving "home" from the reflexes my ego told me and questioned "Where is that exactly?" and the ego being a slippery devil replies with a smart ass answer like "Why don't you just look at that crusty (not trusty) old map and let me figure it out?" and my higher mind, being a higher mind, concedes to retort to engage this conversion but keeps to itself the fact that the ego has no idea what "it" (not "I'm"- for that would give the ego a smile and let him drive the way home) is really talking about. But what I really meant is Home, like the place where you can:

Take a shower.

Listen to music, not the music like the sound of a mosquito landing or the wind in the tress but music- you know.

sleep in a bed that is NOT the Earth.

have a moments rest from bugs.

for once in the past 10 days.

And if the High Mind would reply he might say

and is that really what "home" is? because I'd like to bring exhibit A to the bench your honor (Sand Foot / Kyle) the adage "Home is where the heart is" because as you can see your honor you are quite "home" according to counselor Ego, yet you are in a place it has failed to meet it's singular definition of requirement. For if Home is really where the heart is then you would be watching the stars leave their pinholes swooping across the sky and crashing splashing to the middle of Lynx Lake, you would be under the old oak tree on Castle Rock Lake and using the leave pile as a maraca and the acorns in the beers bottles as drums, you would be fishing with the highest mind and telling the worms, pleading, begging not to squirm because if they just hold still it won't hurt as bad I hope, or you would be behind the waterfall of Amnicon falls leaving a message in the cave for someone who is running late and won't meet you in time, or you would be on captain Bobby's boat on the fly deck trolling the outer limits of the Apostle islands past the happiest eagle, not seagull, not beagle and definitely not people, but EAGLE on Basswood island because that is, your honor and ladies and gentlemen of the jury, where in fact your heart really is, yet you are not there- or let me pose this to you as a closing argument, perhaps you are.

but being a higher mind he does not engage that conversation with a bumbling Ego

and being the right thought that comes in the right way just like Buddha talked about traveled up through my brain and down to my belly where it started to shake and it became audible and I'm saying it over and over in a steady tone but it sounds like the same tone that I realized that a heart chakra bell is tuned to, it's in the key of D and if you say it with your entire respiratory system it changes the cells in side your body and of course you are not saying "home" but say it like this "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"

and in this icy baptism you can't think, you have to let go like me and chant ohhhmmm until your body knows it is ready and you raise your arms over your head and press your palms together and keep them as flat as you can, pressing still together as you bring them shape from over your head and down to your heart and up again to above your head and dive in. Floating around for what seemed years and taking it all in, and it may have been the icy waters but I was still left breathless as I gazed at God's work, and the island wont make you believe in God - but he who has little faith will leave the island a disciple of The Church of God's Beauty and the Most Incredible Thing I Have Ever Seen being ordained of course in the temple of that church on the very island- and with that authority given to a disciple a proper baptism can be conducted with a right mind and a right thought and so I go about the proverbial ringing and rinsing and repeating of my my dirty soul in the placid water making its solitary waves from me to Canada and my soul feels clean again- that is of course until I step on the beach and it is covered with sand just like my other foot - and that is when it occured to me what it really meant to be Sand Foot. Sand Soul. and it has nothing to do with the sand I tracked everywhere I went.