A number of years ago my lovely daughter asked "Hey Mom..wanna learn how to eat fire". I, of course, said sure. So I learned not only how to eat fire but spin fire poi, hoop with fire, dance with a staff that was burning and use huge fans blazing. It is a lot of fun...really. For a while we were performing a lot dancing and playing with fire but the pandemic hit putting a halt on most fun things.
Fast forward to now. We are performing in a music video (I am excited) and we will be "doing" fire. Manda and I dug out our fire kit and bought some fuel to practice. AS I said...it's been a while. The wicks on our fire equipment are dry and lonely. Dipping them into the white gas caused many bubbles and used way more gas then it should have. When we lit up...OH MY..Damn that's hot. All of the toys burned to the max and sent out a vicious amount of heat. I don't mind hot. I am not afraid of fire but putting a blazing wick in my mouth for the first time in maybe 2 years was a little daunting. Thoughts of failure (never fear) rambled through my head. What if I can't do this anymore. What about my nose hairs...my eyebrows. It took a couple of tried before all the training came back to me. Tilt your head, cup your tongue and take that big breath before you put that flaming stick in your mouth.
For as long as it has been, I am very pleased with the outcome No hair loss or blistered lips yet. The video shoot is 10 days away and I have time to get more practice it. There will be much unpleasant fuel burping in the future. I must remember to play with my toys more often to keep them happy.
Who would think that at 67 I would still be doing this crazy ass shit........
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