Learning to play with fire and develop creative control over my body helped alter so many of my perceptions – about myself and life. I struggle to be like the yogis and live unencumbered “in the moment” – but when there is something flaming and smoking in your hand, you tend to be completely focussed.
The sheer physical strength needed to keep flaming weights in motion for up to fifteen minutes at a time fueled a completely different relationship between myself and my body – I needed to be strong and healthy to move in the way I wanted to.
Three years later, it is visible how my weight was burnt away, how fire has shaped me and brought brightness to my being. Though I am still no-where near as proficient as I would like to be, my poi go everywhere with me – ever ready and willing to soothe me with tender warmth or burn my butt into action – a true teacher.