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Yesterday was an amazing day; I managed, without drugs or being in a large audience, to finally re-experience the love of firespinning that has been lacking in me for the past year.
We were at Forest's house in Asheville (Forest is a member of Unifire, a professional troupe in North Carolina). The fire scene was quintessentially southern; messy, debris-ridden backyard, whiskey and locally produced organic cooking, lax safety, and a "hey y'all, look at this!" attitude.
Forest's style is very similar to mine: big, flashy, sensual, loose on techique. We play off each other very well. We had a lot of fun while there was a crowd, but then later I went off, put on some of my music on my headphones, and just spun for me.
It's something I haven't done in a while. I've always been "practicing," trying new tricks, perfecting old ones, trying to keep up with Lucas, Baz, and the other top spinners. I did it so much that it made me almost averse to spinning. I forgot the spiritual aspect of it: having fun. Well I remembered what it was like again, and my old spinning style finally came through. It felt great.
It's amazing how easy and subtle it is for anything fun to morph into a miserable discipline. It can happen with firespinning, sex, partying, and games. Discipline is important, but without taking the time to remember why you got into it into the first place, you just can't continue.
We were at Forest's house in Asheville (Forest is a member of Unifire, a professional troupe in North Carolina). The fire scene was quintessentially southern; messy, debris-ridden backyard, whiskey and locally produced organic cooking, lax safety, and a "hey y'all, look at this!" attitude.
Forest's style is very similar to mine: big, flashy, sensual, loose on techique. We play off each other very well. We had a lot of fun while there was a crowd, but then later I went off, put on some of my music on my headphones, and just spun for me.
It's something I haven't done in a while. I've always been "practicing," trying new tricks, perfecting old ones, trying to keep up with Lucas, Baz, and the other top spinners. I did it so much that it made me almost averse to spinning. I forgot the spiritual aspect of it: having fun. Well I remembered what it was like again, and my old spinning style finally came through. It felt great.
It's amazing how easy and subtle it is for anything fun to morph into a miserable discipline. It can happen with firespinning, sex, partying, and games. Discipline is important, but without taking the time to remember why you got into it into the first place, you just can't continue.