What becomes of a Firewalker one week later? Or 2 years later? Yes, you read that right, “I have walked on fire.” It was a New Years Day thing to do. It was a lovely drive in the mountains and an exciting adventure to have with my sister. It was cold and convival and strange and OK. But what does one do with the fact that they have walked on a bed of hot coals?
I am still processing this one week later.
The moment “the moment” arrived I was not in it. I claimed no knowledge of what was before me. I recall being drawn across six feet of brightly burning orange embers by the amazingly supportive energy of the folks encircling me and the active loving energy of my sister in front of me. But I was no where to be found.
How about that? No fear. No joy. No nothing. An action without a reaction!
There was a gathering afterward where I made this little drawing. I recall feeling a bit uneasy later that night because I was so pumped with adrenaline. I finally fell asleep by giving myself a soothing mantra. The next day was fine, my feet were fine and I enjoyed sharing this accomplishment with my beloved sibling. This seems to be a succinct encapsulated experience not one that goes on and on. Yah – I did it. No – I do not need to do it again. Now I just want to move on. That is what I see as the gift of this experience. Moving on.
And now – flashing forward to today 2019 – I am ready to move on again.
Change never changes and I have become quite comfortable with this. How comfortable are you with change? Tag. You’re it!