Fire Dancing
I just bought my first set of poi and am learning to fire dance. When I imagine myself whirling and twirling about, resplendantly ablaze, I get the best tingly feeling in my stomach. Just where did my appetite for this develop? Well, I'll tell you because I'm so nice.
A long time ago, three years ago or something, a friend of mine had a set of poi. I picked them up after watching her do some tricks. I took to the art like a ducky-poo takes to water-ooo and fell in love. Unfortunately, at the time she wasn't able to teach me and I didn't do much to follow up on teaching myself.
Two weeks ago, Robin and I went to a Candle Light party. We ate some food, drank some wine, ordered some votives and had a fantastic time. I found out before the show that several of the attendees were also FIRE DANCERS!! We got one helluva show, complete poi spinning and fire-finger dancing. Polly, the grad-student-kick-ass-chick-fire-dancing-beauty, will be teaching me the basics and not-so basics. She's probably one of the sweetest people I've met, saw my utter love for this art and immediately said "yes" when I asked her to teach me. That night, she handed me a set of poi and I went to town. I remembered the "moves" I had learned before, she showed me some better technique to use, and off I went. I ran into her yesterday and got her number so we can meet up once a week or so for practice. Yay!
I've seen plenty of fire dancing through my rave days. I've seen poi with lights, tails, feathers and beads (OUCH!!). This is the sort of art that you can look at and appreciate, but until you're "in the fire", you CANNOT believe what it's like. First of all, it's warm. REALLY warm. The night of the candle party, it was slightly raining and pretty cold. Polly asked if I'd like to stand facing her while she whirled and twirled the fire. I thought I'd still be a little cold, but hell no. I was surrounded by spinning fire and I've never felt anything like that before. It's better than drugs. It's better than flying. NOTHING can compare to that sensation.
As a natural born performer/ham/gimmeattentioner, this will become my dancing milieu. I cannot wait to show all of you my fun new tricks. Expect to see a lot of it when we go camping this year. And before. And after. And forever!
A long time ago, three years ago or something, a friend of mine had a set of poi. I picked them up after watching her do some tricks. I took to the art like a ducky-poo takes to water-ooo and fell in love. Unfortunately, at the time she wasn't able to teach me and I didn't do much to follow up on teaching myself.
Two weeks ago, Robin and I went to a Candle Light party. We ate some food, drank some wine, ordered some votives and had a fantastic time. I found out before the show that several of the attendees were also FIRE DANCERS!! We got one helluva show, complete poi spinning and fire-finger dancing. Polly, the grad-student-kick-ass-chick-fire-dancing-beauty, will be teaching me the basics and not-so basics. She's probably one of the sweetest people I've met, saw my utter love for this art and immediately said "yes" when I asked her to teach me. That night, she handed me a set of poi and I went to town. I remembered the "moves" I had learned before, she showed me some better technique to use, and off I went. I ran into her yesterday and got her number so we can meet up once a week or so for practice. Yay!
I've seen plenty of fire dancing through my rave days. I've seen poi with lights, tails, feathers and beads (OUCH!!). This is the sort of art that you can look at and appreciate, but until you're "in the fire", you CANNOT believe what it's like. First of all, it's warm. REALLY warm. The night of the candle party, it was slightly raining and pretty cold. Polly asked if I'd like to stand facing her while she whirled and twirled the fire. I thought I'd still be a little cold, but hell no. I was surrounded by spinning fire and I've never felt anything like that before. It's better than drugs. It's better than flying. NOTHING can compare to that sensation.
As a natural born performer/ham/gimmeattentioner, this will become my dancing milieu. I cannot wait to show all of you my fun new tricks. Expect to see a lot of it when we go camping this year. And before. And after. And forever!
9 Comments:
That kicks some serious ass, Patrick. I could never do that -- I'm a little scared of fire and am totally uncoordinated -- but I can't wait for the day you show us all your talent.
Just a note though: You don't need fire to be hot. You're already smokin'
By Copy Editor, At 8:47 AM
Fire dancing? I'm still trying to light my farts on fire. It's tough!
By cmo, At 1:35 PM
Thanks for the encouragement, Jo. Yes, Chris, fire dancing.
You see, I got plenty of flame, just no fire. SAH-NAP!!!
By Infused Confusion, At 5:07 PM
Chris, before you do that, please have someone stand by with a chemical fire extinguisher. Don't you remember in South Park, Kenny died lighting farts on fire! He DIED! In a ball of flame! Although if I remember right, he actually died when doctors replaced his heart with a baked potato. But still!
By Copy Editor, At 7:07 PM
Holy Crap, Patrick.
So I was trying to get to your blog, and I'm using Firefox, so I just typed "patrick88" into my address bar and it brought up a LiveJournal with the same user name. The journal itself is in Russian or something, but dude. It's totally a skinhead aryan nation journal. The guy's user name is Mein Kampf!!! (On livejournal they have two user names)
By Copy Editor, At 9:30 AM
She's on to you, brother. Execute plan B!
By cmo, At 9:52 AM
Just hold still, Jo. Plan B hurts a little bit. :)
By Infused Confusion, At 2:14 PM
Damnit.
By Copy Editor, At 9:36 PM
hey, congratulations! i just ran across your post on technorati. i keep a fire dancing blog if you wanna check it out: http://whitegas.blogspot.com/
flame on...
~spacegirl
By andrea drugay, At 1:30 PM
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