No, Really, SizzleSizzle

While waiting for my fire poi to come in, I continued practicing with my homemade set. Man, am I dumb sometimes... I really shouldn't have done this, knowing what I know now. I've never been blessed with an intuitive Sight, you know.

I'm past the super basics. I can swing the poi around in meticulous circles; I can have them do loopty-loops and spirals. Easy. But then I tried rolling them over my head like a lasso. Someone taught me that, I thought it would look cool. I'm getting tingles just thinking about it...

One of the pois didn't go where it was supposed to. Meaning, it kind of slapped up against the wall of my house, lingered there for a minute, dropped into a bunch of tansy I had growing, engulfed in flame within seconds, and spread like wildfire. I ran to my well, pulled up a large load of water, and splashed til I fell to the ground. It's funny how your body adapts to heat and fire. It adjusts, it tolerates, it can take more than others who don't play with fire. I was fortunate that I only got singed lightly and lost a bit more hair. Again.

This does not discourage me, though. I can't wait for my new poi to come in. And I can use my new stolen Zippo lighter to light them!

Oh yeah, guess I have to reconstruct my backyard. It is erm... really messy at this time. So no barbeques at Lime's for awhile.

Comments

Rowane de'Dannan said…
*drool* I think I'd be too tempted to eat the poi with some raw fish. Nummy nummy.
9:12 AM
Zillah said…
... you burned your house down? *blink*
11:39 PM
Cecilia Weatherby said…
Barbeques are bad for you anyway! *nod self* Well, ceptfor veggie barbeques.
8:50 AM
Ranmaru said…
*nod rowane* I am a little confused about this poi...
8:07 PM
Lime said…
Rowane, you probably don't want to eat anything with poi... they aren't edible. Heheh. And Zillah, no I didn't burn it down, just explodeded it. And I'll make sure to cook lots of veggies for Dreva next time!

Poi are these chains that you set on fire, and swing around to make decorative lines in the air. It looks really neat when it's dark outside.
5:53 AM
Zillah said…
I want to know when the scantily-clad pyromaniac gypsy girl is going to be dancing for my pleasure and amu-- I mean, dancing.
11:07 PM
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