Firewalking

I walked on a bed of hot coals tonight. Twice. Three times? I’m not sure. It was hot. It was cool. It was amazing, it was a let-down.

I’ve never been praised for counting to 108 before.

I walked on fire.

30 comments

  1. Re: I walked….

    Trust intuition. Duh. (puts it in his memo book for August 29, 2005 and September 15, 2005, just in case).

    Coal walking discussed in a later entry.

  2. and her roommate are planning a firewalk at their house for September. You could come to that if you were still living around here, or hanging around here, at that time.

    P.S. if you wanted to get out of Worcester, my school might hire an English teacher or two in August or even early September. I’ll keep you posted if you like.

  3. Re: I walked….

    Innnnteresting! You will please tell us the circumstances surrounding the coals walk…

    And speaking of weird, one must learn to trust one’s intuition! Yesterday I went over to Samantha’s to build her a wall in her basement. Brought all the tools I would need and many I thought I might desire. I almost brought my electrical kit but decided that would not be necessary — after all, I was building a stud-frame wall, not doing any wiring.

    So about two hours into construction, the lamp in the basement begins to smoke. It’s a flourescent shoplight fixture — hard wired in to the basement circuits. I think the switch is actually what failed. I attempted to turn it off, which stopped the visible production of smoke, but it still smelled a bit and made me quite nervous. I had bring up my electrical kit (I did not want to leave the light unattended) so I could trace the circuit, cut the power, and unwire the lamp for safety. I should have brought the electrical kit like my intuition told me to. How weird is that? Same weird as yours, I’d say.

  4. I walked….

    yeah, I walked on a bed of hot coals. It was flamey and orangey and glittery and as describes it, it’s like walking on hot velvet popcorn.

    I have a — excuse me, I had — a tiny blister between the first (big) and second toe, just at the meeting point of the flesh of the two toes. There was a blister there last night, which is called a fire kiss. There’s a rough spot on my skin there today, but no actual blister, now. According to one theory, if you get burned you weren’t prepared. Another theory states that your burns correspond to reflexology/acupuncture points which represent places your body is out of alignment.

    I went in with some sinus/bronchial stuff. The blister is/was on a spot corresponding to sinus and bronchial airways. This morning, I haven no bronchial or sinus issues, and no blister. How weird is that?

  5. Just for the sake of clarification, this walking on a bed of hot coals thing isn’t a euphemism or a metaphor, you actually walked on a bed of hot coals, right?

  6. Just for the sake of clarification, this walking on a bed of hot coals thing isn’t a euphemism or a metaphor, you actually walked on a bed of hot coals, right?

    • I walked….

      yeah, I walked on a bed of hot coals. It was flamey and orangey and glittery and as describes it, it’s like walking on hot velvet popcorn.

      I have a — excuse me, I had — a tiny blister between the first (big) and second toe, just at the meeting point of the flesh of the two toes. There was a blister there last night, which is called a fire kiss. There’s a rough spot on my skin there today, but no actual blister, now. According to one theory, if you get burned you weren’t prepared. Another theory states that your burns correspond to reflexology/acupuncture points which represent places your body is out of alignment.

      I went in with some sinus/bronchial stuff. The blister is/was on a spot corresponding to sinus and bronchial airways. This morning, I haven no bronchial or sinus issues, and no blister. How weird is that?

      • Re: I walked….

        Innnnteresting! You will please tell us the circumstances surrounding the coals walk…

        And speaking of weird, one must learn to trust one’s intuition! Yesterday I went over to Samantha’s to build her a wall in her basement. Brought all the tools I would need and many I thought I might desire. I almost brought my electrical kit but decided that would not be necessary — after all, I was building a stud-frame wall, not doing any wiring.

        So about two hours into construction, the lamp in the basement begins to smoke. It’s a flourescent shoplight fixture — hard wired in to the basement circuits. I think the switch is actually what failed. I attempted to turn it off, which stopped the visible production of smoke, but it still smelled a bit and made me quite nervous. I had bring up my electrical kit (I did not want to leave the light unattended) so I could trace the circuit, cut the power, and unwire the lamp for safety. I should have brought the electrical kit like my intuition told me to. How weird is that? Same weird as yours, I’d say.

        • Re: I walked….

          Trust intuition. Duh. (puts it in his memo book for August 29, 2005 and September 15, 2005, just in case).

          Coal walking discussed in a later entry.

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